For the three of them—Caulifla, Kale, and Cabba—Sun Wukong was not a stranger. Thanks to the group missions they had seen on screen, they were familiar with his face and aura.
However, they didn't know Krillin or Vegeta.
They hadn't seen how those two completed their tasks.
As for Sun Wukong and the others, Caulifla and her group were somewhat known. After all, they had just watched her finish a mission not long ago. But the rest—Cabba and Kale—they hadn't met before.
Still, it wasn't hard to guess who was who.
Cabba and Kale stood beside Caulifla, a man and a woman, just as expected.
Sun Wukong smiled and walked up to them.
"Hello, you must be Caulifla, Kale, and Cabba, right? I'm Sun Wukong."
The three nodded politely in return. "Hello."
Sun Wukong then introduced his team. "This is Vegeta, this is Krillin, and this is Broly."
At the mention of Broly, Caulifla, Kale, and Cabba tilted their heads in confusion.
"Broly? Who's he?" Caulifla asked, clearly curious.
Vegeta and Krillin were more active in their online group, the "Thugs Group." Everyone had seen them speak before. But Broly? He had never said a word there. Was he even a part of it?
"If he's not one of us, why is he here?" Cabba asked.
"He is part of the Thugs Group," Krillin explained. "He just never talks. That's why you haven't seen him."
The trio opened their chat group and scrolled through the member list. Sure enough—Broly was there.
"Then why doesn't he ever speak?" Kale asked softly.
Krillin chuckled. "That's just how he is—quiet and reserved."
Vegeta added, "He's a Saiyan like the rest of us. And he's also a Super Saiyan."
"But don't expect him to teach you anything," he said bluntly.
"Huh? What do you mean by that?" Caulifla frowned, a little irritated by Vegeta's tone. "You think we're too dumb to learn or something?"
"No, no, you're misunderstanding," Krillin said quickly, stepping in before it escalated. "Vegeta means Broly isn't the teaching type. It's not about your intelligence."
He looked toward Broly, who remained quiet and calm, arms crossed but not unfriendly.
"Broly's personality is just… different," Krillin continued. "He doesn't talk much. It takes a long time to get to know him, let alone understand him."
They had traveled and fought alongside Broly long enough to know how he operated. Despite his stoic nature, he was gentle—especially with friends. But strangers? He kept his distance.
You couldn't blame him.
He had spent decades surviving on the desolate planet Vampa with only his father for company. That kind of isolation would break most people—some might even go mad or lose the will to live.
But Broly endured.
He wasn't angry at Krillin or Vegeta for discussing him like this. He understood. Without his father around, Broly was actually quite mild-mannered and easygoing, though still quiet.
Just then, another group entered the scene—Beerus and Champa, the twin Gods of Destruction.
They arrived in the grand hall of Beerus' castle, not for battle but for something far more important to them—food.
While Caulifla and the others focused on learning transformation techniques from Sun Wukong and Vegeta, the Gods were having a culinary face-off.
"Vados, bring it out," Champa ordered smugly.
"Yes, Lord Champa," Vados said, raising her staff.
With a wave of glowing energy, a sleek oval container materialized on the long banquet table.
Champa opened it dramatically.
Inside were several large eggs—each several times the size of a regular chicken egg.
Beerus raised an unimpressed eyebrow.
"You're kidding, right?" Beerus scoffed. "This is the so-called gourmet food you wanted to show off?"
The eggs didn't look particularly appetizing or exotic. Just… oversized.
"Don't underestimate these eggs!" Champa grinned. "They're boiled eggs from a newly discovered bird species in Universe Six. One bite, and you'll be speechless."
Beerus rolled his eyes but peeled one of the eggs anyway.
Aside from the size, it looked and smelled like any regular hard-boiled egg. He took a bite.
And frowned.
It tasted like a regular egg too.
Not bad. Not great. Just… egg.
"If a proper chef made something with these, maybe," Beerus muttered to himself. "But just boiling them? That's your big reveal?"
Champa stood confidently with his arms crossed. "Well? Aren't you speechless from how good it is?"
Beerus sighed. "Weiss."
"Yes, my lord?"
"Bring out the noodles."
Whis smiled knowingly and tapped his staff. Multiple bowls of instant noodles appeared on the table, complete with sealed lids and packets.
Champa blinked in confusion. "Noodles? What's that?"
Beerus didn't respond. Whis casually tore open a packet, added boiling water, sealed the lid, and flipped over an hourglass to time the soak.
Champa squinted at the bowls. "Wait… are we supposed to eat the sand?" he joked, pointing to the hourglass.
Whis just smiled patiently. "Just wait."
When the sand finished falling, Whis removed the lids and handed out the bowls.
Champa sniffed his skeptically before taking a bite.
Then another.
And another.
Vados, too, had taken her first bite. Her eyes widened.
Their expressions changed instantly. The complex flavor, the warmth, the comforting spice—this was no ordinary meal.
"This… this is incredible!" Champa exclaimed, slurping up noodles with gusto.
"I've never tasted anything like it!" Vados agreed, smiling for the first time in a while.
Within minutes, both of them had emptied their bowls. Champa even drank all the broth, not leaving a single drop.
Meanwhile, Caulifla continued her training session with Sun Wukong.
"Alright, now you try to transform," Wukong said encouragingly.
Caulifla clenched her fists and focused her energy. Her golden aura flared up as she shouted, her body trembling under the pressure.
With a flash, her hair turned blonde, spiked upward, and her eyes changed color.
She had become a Super Saiyan.
"I did it!" Caulifla yelled, overwhelmed with excitement.
Wukong nodded. "Not bad. You've got real talent."
Kale watched silently, feeling both admiration and nervousness.
"You can do it too," Caulifla told her. "Come on, Kale, give it a try!"
Kale hesitated but then stepped forward. She focused her ki, her body shaking with suppressed energy.
For a moment, nothing happened—until a sudden explosion of power burst out from her, even more intense than Caulifla's.
Her transformation was different. Wilder. More violent.
But it was definitely a Super Saiyan form—possibly more.
Even Broly looked surprised.
"She has great potential," Whis noted from the sidelines, sipping tea.
Beerus crossed his arms and muttered, "Reminds me of someone."
Meanwhile, Krillin clapped and cheered. "Great job, Kale!"
Cabba was also trying to transform, veins bulging on his forehead as he shouted at the top of his lungs. Sparks of energy appeared, but he hadn't quite gotten there yet.
"Don't worry," Vegeta said, stepping up beside him. "You're close. Just focus."
Cabba nodded, redoubling his efforts.
By the end of the day, all three Saiyans from Universe Six had either achieved or approached Super Saiyan transformation. The exchange between the universes was proving fruitful.
But back to the Gods—
"Admit it," Beerus said, arms crossed smugly, "my noodles beat your boiled eggs any day."
Champa wiped his mouth with a napkin and grumbled, "Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Jack, who had been silently watching from a corner, chuckled. He'd seen many strange competitions in his travels, but a culinary war between gods? This one took the cake—or rather, the noodles.
As the sun dipped below the horizon outside the castle, the hall was filled with laughter, full bellies, and a growing bond between warriors of different universes.
And of course, one undisputed fact—
Instant noodles trump giant bird eggs. Every time.
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