"Lord Champa, did you forget about the Time Ring?"
Seeing their God of Devastation distracted by food again, Vados couldn't help reminding him.
"Oh, right, right."
Champa slapped his forehead. He'd almost forgotten what he'd come for.
Then he planted one hand on his hip and pointed a finger at Gamos with the other.
"Hey, you. How did you get a Time Ring? Come clean."
Champa put on a fierce expression, but paired with his big, round face, it wasn't very intimidating.
Gamos wasn't afraid. I'll deal with this after we get back to Earth. When it comes to dealing with big shots like him, the protagonist should take the lead.
Although this wasn't the Main Timeline and Sun Wukong could only count as half a protagonist, even that was beyond the likes of a nobody like him. Never underestimate the perks of being the protagonist.
In response to Champa's demand, Gamos merely smiled.
"Lord Champa, this isn't the place to talk. I'll explain once we get to Earth."
Champa and Vados exchanged a glance, then agreed.
"All right. We'll talk over a meal when we get to Earth. If the food isn't good, or if you've done something outrageous, I won't go easy on you!"
"Vados, let's go!"
Vados covered her mouth with a soft laugh. "Lord Champa, have you forgotten how he got here? Besides, we don't know the way."
At Vados's words, Champa finally realized what had happened. His target had suddenly vanished during his attack, and then Gamos had appeared.
He didn't know how it had happened, but there was no doubt that Gamos had used Instant Transmission to get here.
Hearing Vados, Gamos was quick to catch on. He stepped forward and held out both hands.
Champa and Vados each took one of his hands. The next moment, Gamos used Instant Transmission, and in the blink of an eye, they were back on Earth.
Piccolo's eyes widened. Was this fat cat really the God of Devastation?
"Is this Earth?"
Champa looked around. The place was full of verdant mountains and clear waters. The scenery wasn't bad, but he hadn't come here to sightsee.
"Hey, kid, where's the food?"
Champa was growing impatient. He'd seen plenty of beautiful scenery. He'd come for the food.
"Don't worry, Lord Champa. I've already contacted my friends to prepare everything. I guarantee you'll get to taste the freshest food!"
After putting away his phone, Gamos turned to Piccolo and spoke again.
"Piccolo, could you go find Goku and the others? They should be done training by now."
Piccolo nodded, swept his cape around him, and strode away.
After spending a year together, Piccolo had long since figured out Gamos's character: if he wanted to get stronger, he had to shoulder the trouble.
The legendary God of Devastation definitely wasn't easy to deal with. Gamos was trying to pass the buck!
Goku, you'd better be careful.
"Lord Champa, this way!"
Gamos gestured invitingly, then flew toward Bulma's house.
It wasn't that Gamos was trying to dump every troublemaker on Bulma. It was just that her house was the Saiyans' free cafeteria, so naturally, that was where they'd eat.
To feed the several Saiyans, Bulma had hired three teams of chefs. When things got busy, they worked in three shifts. It was ridiculous.
When they reached the familiar little courtyard, Gamos immediately spotted Bulma directing the chefs as they set the dining table.
"Bulma!"
Seeing the goddess he'd admired as a child, Gamos hurried over as soon as he landed, wanting to throw himself into her arms.
Bulma heard him and turned around. She was just about to open her arms to catch him when a figure suddenly appeared. Gamos couldn't stop in time. He pulled Bulma out of the way, stuck out his foot, and kicked himself flying.
With a thud, Gamos splashed into the swimming pool in the distance.
The newcomer was none other than Vegeta, whom they hadn't seen in a long time.
Vegeta folded his arms across his chest and gave a disdainful snort, as arrogant as ever.
Bulma's mouth twitched. She hadn't expected her cold and distant husband to get so jealous.
"Vegeta, Gamos is still just a kid."
"He's no kid. Kids don't know that much. If his soul and body weren't a perfect match, I'd suspect he was a Zamasu!"
At that moment, Champa and Vados descended from the sky, landing in front of them.
"Oh, a human!"
Vegeta jumped. The familiar skin color, the familiar look—though a little fatter, he recognized him at once. Wasn't this the God of Devastation he'd met before?
Vegeta was stunned. After all these years, he was seeing a God of Devastation again. He'd thought he'd have the courage to face him this time, maybe even get revenge for what had happened back then. But even with his current strength, the other man still felt like an abyss.
Cold sweat broke out across his forehead. Under the pressure of Champa's overwhelming power, Vegeta hurriedly straightened up.
"Welcome, Lord Beerus."
The arrogant Vegeta from a moment ago instantly bowed at a ninety-degree angle.
"Tch. The technique you used just now was Instant Transmission too, wasn't it?"
"Y-yes!"
"Tch. You're scared stiff. Pathetic. Is Instant Transmission so common these days? It's not as absurd as the one I know, but it's still pretty useful."
Champa walked right past him and headed for the dining table inside.
"And another thing: I'm not Beerus. I'm Champa, the God of Devastation of Universe 6!"
Hearing Champa's voice behind him, Vegeta finally let out a sigh of relief.
At the table, Champa sniffed the aroma wafting through the air. It smelled delicious.
He casually lifted the lid of a plate. Inside were dozens of little balls, neatly arranged.
"What's this?"
Champa speared one with his long claw and popped it into his mouth.
The takoyaki burst in his mouth, and its savory flavor instantly won over his taste buds.
It was Champa's first taste of Earth cuisine. His eyes widened in astonishment. What kind of heavenly delicacy is this? It's incredible!
"Whoa, amazing!"
Champa grabbed the fork beside him and began shoveling food into his mouth.
Seeing his master like that, Vados couldn't help covering her forehead. The God of Devastation's dignity was utterly ruined. Oh well, I might as well try the food first.
Vados casually lifted the lid of another plate. Inside were several cupcakes. She picked one up with the fork beside it and put it in her mouth. Its sweet, delicious flavor made her feel as if she were ascending to heaven.
"Mmm, this is delicious."
Having tasted Earth cuisine for the first time, master and attendant were both stunned. They immediately began devouring everything in sight.
Champa didn't care about appearances at all. He wolfed down one mouthful after another.
As an angel, Vados had much more refined table manners. She took small bites and swallowed delicately, looking very graceful. That is, if you ignored how fast she was chewing—she looked as if she'd put herself on ten-times speed.
"Want some, too? We've got plenty of chefs at home."
Bulma joked.
Vegeta shook his head firmly. Are you kidding? That's a God of Devastation. He might not be the one I remember, but how different could one God of Devastation be from another?
Gamos flew out of the water. With just a little ki, he evaporated the water clinging to his body.
They hadn't seen each other in a year, and Vegeta had actually dared to sneak up on him. Have I gotten so weak that I can't even lift my sword anymore?
"Vegeta!"
Gamos stormed over, his face clearly saying that he was furious.
"Shut up, brat. If you try anything with my wife again, I'll wipe you out."
"Heh. In other timelines, Bulma's your wife, but that might not be true in this one!"
"And if you want to beat me, you've got another twenty thousand years to go. If you hadn't caught me off guard, I could've sent you flying with one slap. Elite Warrior? You're nothing in front of me, the Legendary Super Saiyan."
If you're going to act tough, I'll act tougher. As a transmigrator, I may not have a system that lets me dominate the world, but I have my pride.
Vegeta gave a cold snort and said nothing more. He turned to look at Champa, who was still eating.
Three streaks of light flashed across the sky. Two Gokus and a Vegeta appeared.
"Hey, Gamos! Long time no see."
Sun Wukong greeted him first. Gamos greeted him in return, then asked, "How long did you spend in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber this past year? How strong are you now?"
Sun Wukong glanced at Vegeta beside him and replied, "Didn't Vegeta tell you? We spent three days in the Hyperbolic Time Chamber. Add that to the year that passed outside, and it comes to four years."
"Krillin and Yamcha have completely adapted to their bodies, and they can transform into Super Saiyan Blue at will. Vegeta and I have also reached Full Power Super Saiyan 2."
"Soon, we'll be able to transform into Super Saiyan Grade 3."
Whenever training came up, Sun Wukong got excited. With their future bodies showing them the way, they'd found solutions to many problems that had stumped them before.
They also had plenty of pressure and strong opponents to push them. Their progress over the past few years had been rapid.
Gamos nodded. It was indeed fast progress, and they were already much stronger than in the original history.
Going by the current timeline, the Android crisis would arrive within a few years. When he'd watched Dragon Ball, he'd been too caught up in the exciting transformations to pay attention to the exact timeline, but it shouldn't be too far off.
In the original story, even against Perfect Cell, Sun Wukong, Vegeta, and Future Trunks had only mastered Super Saiyan Full Power. If Son Gohan hadn't broken through his limits in the final moments, pushed by extreme anger, and become a true Super Saiyan 2, they would've lost that battle.
Sun Wukong and Vegeta didn't fully master Super Saiyan 2 until the Majin Buu Saga.
But whenever he thought about the Androids in the future, Gamos couldn't help feeling a headache coming on.
It was because Trunks had traveled back in time that everyone got stronger, and Dr. Gero had consequently made the Androids more powerful. Android 16 and Android 17 were the clearest examples. In the future, they'd only been as strong as an ordinary Super Saiyan, but in the Main Timeline, either of them could easily take on two opponents.
If the strength of their group made Cell lie low too, and he trained for four months until he became Golden Cell, things would get really ugly.
"Is that the God of Devastation you were talking about?"
While Gamos was still thinking, Sun Wukong looked toward Champa, who was busy eating.
By the time Gamos came back to his senses, Sun Wukong was already strolling straight over to him.
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