Inside the gravity room of the Briefs' estate, unwilling roars echoed continuously under several hundred times the force of gravity.
After a period of arduous training, the current Trunks could now transform into a Super Saiyan 2!
A golden aura and fine bolts of lightning burned fiercely around his body.
He gritted his teeth, pushing his speed to its absolute limit, and launched a torrential assault on the stationary Whitley from all sorts of tricky angles.
His fists were so fast they were just afterimages, each blow containing immense power. Ki blasts shot out like a continuous cannonade, sealing off all of Whitley's possible escape routes.
However, Whitley, at the center of this storm, appeared quite at ease.
His eyes were closed, and his hands hung naturally at his sides. He effortlessly dodged all of Trunks's attacks based solely on his body's instincts and precise ki sensing.
It was as if he wasn't in the middle of a fierce battle, but rather having a relaxed... casual chat?
"Your speed is decent, but the focus point of your power isn't concentrated enough."
"Hey! Your ki is getting a little floaty again, pay attention to controlling your rhythm!"
"The angle of that attack wasn't bad, but the follow-up was a bit rigid."
Whitley commented with ease.
His voice was calm, but it clearly reached the ears of the desperately attacking Trunks. It carried a hint of guidance, and at the same time, a hint of... boredom.
After all, this kind of guidance battle had been going on for several days.
Just as Trunks's lunge was once again dodged by a slight tilt of Whitley's head, his fist grazing past his hair—
"Beep-beep-beep—!"
The communicator on the gravity room's control panel suddenly rang, breaking the monotonous sound of Trunks's shouts and the whistle of ki blasts.
Whitley's closed eyes opened, a trace of doubt flashing within them.
The only person who could contact the gravity room was Bulma.
But why would Bulma be looking for him at this time?
He casually raised a hand and stopped Trunks's incoming punch. The ferocious power, which would have been overwhelming for others, dissipated in his palm.
He waved his hand, signaling Trunks to pause the training. "Alright, let's stop here for now. Consolidate what you just felt, especially in terms of your attack rhythm."
Whitley said as he turned and walked towards the control panel.
Trunks was panting heavily, and the golden aura around him slowly extinguished as he returned to his normal state.
He wiped away his sweat and nodded respectfully. "Yes, Whitley-san!"
Whitley said no more and walked to the control panel with a questioning look, pressing the connect button.
The moment the call connected, Bulma's clearly angry voice came crashing down on him. "Idiot Whitley! You bastard husband! Didn't I tell you to wake me up this morning?! Where are you?! Are you holed up in the gravity room again and lost track of time?!"
Whitley was stunned by the sudden accusation. He subconsciously held the receiver a little further away and replied with a bewildered look, "Wake you up? When did you say that? I don't remember..."
"Last night! It was last night!" Bulma's voice got louder. "I told you! Were you not listening at all?! You were too busy... too busy... Hmph!"
Whitley frowned, trying hard to remember...
Last night... he and Bulma...
Hiss—!
He suddenly remembered that there did seem to be something like that.
But at that time, he was engaged in some intense "exercise" with Bulma, and at a critical moment... Bulma seemed to have gasped something in his ear like, "Tomorrow morning... remember to... wake me... important event..."
But who had the mind to remember that at a time like that?!
He seemed to have just grunted a vague "mm-hmm" and then devoted his entire being to the "battle." Afterward, he had completely forgotten about it.
Thinking of this, Whitley was a bit speechless, but his tone softened. "Uh... it seems... that did happen, huh? I forgot..."
"I knew it!" Bulma snorted on the other end, muttering under her breath, "Bastard husband, you only remember those things."
Then she said hurriedly, "Stop training! Get ready and come with me to the suburbs! Today is the departure day for the first batch of transport ships. Can I, the chief engineer, and you, the biggest shareholder, be absent?!"
"Uh... can I not go?"
Whitley was helpless.
Bulma had mentioned this a few days ago, but he had already clearly refused!
"No! Is Trunks with you?"
Bulma continued to give orders. "Ask him if he wants to go. If so, he can come along and see the world. Ten minutes! Just ten minutes! You two get to the front yard and assemble immediately! If you're late... Hmph! You can sleep in the gravity room tonight!"
Click!
Without giving Whitley another chance to speak, Bulma hung up.
Whitley looked at the dial tone on the receiver and shook his head, at a loss for whether to laugh or cry.
Women... especially a beautiful and intelligent woman like Bulma, are really hard to handle when they're angry.
He turned and asked Trunks, who was adjusting his breathing, "Trunks, Bulma is asking us to go to the suburbs to watch the transport ships depart. Do you want to go?"
Trunks was stunned for a moment, not expecting to be invited. Then he nodded and agreed. "Okay, I have no problem."
He was also very curious about the technological marvels that traveled to space.
Whitley walked up to him and looked him over.
After this period of hellish training, Trunks's progress had been nothing short of miraculous!
His ki was now calm and condensed, and his eyes had a sharpness similar to Vegeta's! He was no longer the lost and anxious boy who had just arrived.
"Speaking of which..." Whitley asked casually, "You can now stably master the power of Super Saiyan 2, and your foundation is very solid. It should be more than enough to deal with those two androids when you go back to your era. What are your plans after that?"
Hearing this, Trunks's eyes instantly became firm. His slight fatigue was swept away, replaced by a sharp edge.
He was silent for a few seconds, as if confirming his own resolve, then said decisively, "I'm going back! I'm going back to my era to destroy No. 17 and No. 18! I will end the despair of that world and let the survivors live safely under the sun again!"
His voice was not loud, but it was filled with an unquestionable power.
Whitley looked into his eyes seriously and saw determination, as well as a trace of sadness at the impending departure.
He didn't say much, just patted Trunks's shoulder firmly. "Very good. You have your own mind!"
After speaking, he turned and walked towards the exit of the gravity room. "I'm going to take a shower. I can't attend an event with Bulma smelling like sweat. You go to the guest bathroom next door and take a quick shower too. See you in the front yard in ten minutes."
"Yes!" Trunks nodded at Whitley's back.
He hesitated for a moment, and finally made his decision: After this event... I will officially bid farewell to the Mom of this era and Whitley-san!
It's... time for me to go back!
Ten minutes later, the quickly freshened-up Whitley and Trunks appeared in the front yard on time.
Bulma was already waiting there.
She was wearing a smart ladies' suit today, looking both professional and beautiful.
But her face still carried a hint of anger because her man had forgotten to wake her up.
She was currently rushing towards a flight vehicle parked on the side, clearly preparing to pilot it herself.
Seeing this, Whitley quickly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, asking with a somewhat guilty smile, "Aren't you in the biggest hurry? It'll take some time to get to the suburbs in this thing, right?"
Bulma shot him an annoyed glare. "Then what? Should we run there? Or do you have a faster mode of transportation?"
She had clearly been in such a hurry that she had forgotten Whitley knew Instant Transmission.
Whitley grinned, wrapped an arm around her, and naturally placed his other hand on the shoulder of Trunks, who had followed them. "You guessed it! I am the fastest mode of transportation! Hold on tight, let's go!"
"Wai—!"
Before Bulma could react, she only had time to let out a short gasp.
Swoosh!
The three of them vanished from the front yard in an instant, leaving only a gentle breeze to stir the lawn.
...
On the outskirts of West City, a newly built spaceport was located, its huge transparent dome sparkling under the sun.
This futuristic spaceport was a key project jointly developed by Capsule Corp and the Earth Kingdom.
And inside the port, four superluminal interstellar transport ships, designed by Dr. Briefs and Bulma and assembled by the Earth Kingdom, were quietly docked at their dedicated terminals. They were the stars of the day.
At this moment, the port was already bustling with people! Reporters, engineers, government officials, and many curious onlookers crowded the scene.
Huge banners and holographic projections continuously displayed slogans like "The first step for Earth's civilization towards the stars."
On a relatively quiet observation deck, the air shimmered slightly, and the figures of Whitley, Bulma, and Trunks appeared out of thin air.
"Wow!"
Although Bulma had experienced Instant Transmission a few times, she was still amazed each time by this instantaneous spatial transfer.
She quickly tidied her hair and clothes and instantly switched to her business tycoon mode.
Then she shot Whitley another glare and said irritably, "You could have given me a heads-up. You scared me!"
Whitley just grinned and didn't reply, his gaze sweeping over the massive ships and the lively crowd below with some surprise. "They've really made a big deal out of this."
Trunks was completely captivated by the magnificent sight before him.
In his era, the Earth was in ruins. Technology had not just stagnated; it had regressed by who knows how many years.
Living in an apocalypse, he had never seen such a vibrant and prosperous scene.
Envy and a hint of relief appeared in Trunks's eyes. If only my world could be like this.
Whitley patted his shoulder and comforted him with a few words.
Then he followed behind Bulma with Trunks and headed towards the central area.
Soon, a group of Capsule Corp staff and kingdom officials spotted Bulma's party.
They immediately came up to greet them enthusiastically. Whitley had no interest in these matters and just watched as Bulma began her performance with ease and grace.
The tedious ceremony began—ribbon-cutting, speeches, group photos...
Whitley patiently stood by Bulma's side, maintaining a polite but slightly stiff smile.
He really couldn't muster much interest in such occasions. These annoying trivialities felt more tiring than a fight with Beerus.
Especially troublesome was the King of Earth—a big dog wearing a crown and with a white beard.
He seemed to be particularly enthusiastic about Capsule Corp, or rather, the Briefs family who controlled the cutting-edge technology, especially towards Bulma and Whitley.
During a break in the ceremony, he pulled the two of them aside and spoke for a full ten minutes, thanking them for everything from the development of Earth's technology to cosmic peace. Then he warmly invited them to lunch and even hinted at a deeper "cooperation."
Bulma was able to maintain her business-like smile and politely but firmly refused. "Thank you very much for your kind offer, Your Majesty, but the corporation still has a lot of technical work to handle afterward. I'm afraid I can't make it, my apologies."
Seeing this, the King turned his attention to Whitley and whispered, "Mr. Whitley, I've heard a lot about you! First, I want to thank you for eliminating King Piccolo and protecting the Earth! A powerful martial artist like you, would you be interested in serving as the kingdom's chief defense advisor? In terms of compensation, it will definitely be..."
Whitley's mouth twitched, and he quickly waved his hand to interrupt. "Not interested. I'm usually very busy."
He couldn't be bothered with the King of Earth. Training, eating, spending time with his wife, and occasionally maintaining the prosperity of the universe were what he should be doing. He had no time to be some king's hired muscle.
The King didn't give up and his gaze shifted to the extraordinary-looking Trunks standing behind them...
Trunks immediately pretended to be extremely interested in the structure of the nearby spaceship, leaning in to study it carefully and avoiding the King's gaze.
"Tsk!"
Whitley rolled his eyes internally. "Doesn't this king have anything better to do? He's as sticky as taffy."
But he took a deep breath and continued to patiently accompany Bulma.
What could he do? This was his wife's passion project. The wife he chose, he could only spoil her!
During a lull, he asked Bulma in a low voice, "By the way, how did I become a shareholder of Capsule Corp?"
While gesturing to a distant engineer that a certain parameter could still be adjusted, Bulma answered casually without turning her head, "Oh, that. Me, Dad, and Mom each transferred some of our shares to you, so you're holding them on our behalf. We're all family anyway, it makes no difference!"
Whitley: "..."
Fine, he had no concept of these monetary figures anyway. As long as Bulma was happy.
His most important "asset" and what he needed to protect was, and always would be, the woman beside him.
After a series of tedious procedures, the most exciting moment finally arrived!
The four transport ships ignited their engines in sequence, their low, powerful roars echoing throughout the spaceport!
Blue flames spewed out, and the huge hulls slowly rose under the effect of the anti-gravity devices, automatically adjusting their direction.
With a huge roar, they suddenly accelerated, turning into four streaks of light that instantly broke through the Earth's atmosphere and headed into the vast depths of space.
The crowd erupted in thunderous applause and cheers.
Whitley also breathed a sigh of relief. It was finally over.
Seeing the King walking towards them again with a beaming smile, apparently wanting to start a second round of "negotiations," Whitley's scalp tingled.
"Oh crap! He's coming again! I can't take it anymore, retreat!"
He grabbed Bulma with one hand and Trunks, who was staring in a daze at the departing ships, with the other.
Swoosh!
The three of them vanished in an instant, leaving the King, who had just reached out his hand and was about to speak, and a group of officials standing there in disarray, looking at each other in confusion.
...
In the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
"Phew—!"
Whitley let out a long breath, sighing as if he had just finished a tough battle. "Finally free! Next time, you can go to this kind of event by yourself, or take Dr. Briefs. I really can't handle those politicians."
Bulma shook off his hand and rolled her eyes at him. "Hmph! Dream on! You're my husband. Who's going to accompany me to these occasions if not you?"
She shook her small fist, the threat in it quite clear. Then she turned and walked towards the house. "I'm covered in dust from the ship launch. I'm going to take a shower."
Whitley shrugged helplessly and said to Trunks, "Let's go, it's lunchtime. We'll go and order first."
A sumptuous lunch ended in a somewhat quiet atmosphere.
After the meal, Trunks stood up and bowed solemnly to Bulma and Whitley. "M... Bulma-san, Whitley-san, thank you very much for your care and guidance during this time. I... I'm preparing to leave."
The bright smile on Bulma's face faded.
Although she had expected it, she still felt a little reluctant now that the moment had arrived.
She quickly stood up and said to Trunks, "Wait a moment!"
Then she walked quickly to her room.
A short while later, she came out with a rather large metal box and stuffed it into Trunks's arms. "Here are some capsules I prepared for you. There's food, medicine, energy, and a house. There's also a small medical pod I recently developed and some vehicles... Your world is short on resources, these things should be helpful. Why don't you stay a few more days? Let... let the me of this world prepare some more for you."
Bulma's tone was pleading.
Trunks held the heavy box, his heart feeling just as heavy.
But he still shook his head firmly, bowed solemnly to Bulma, and thanked her loudly, "Thank you, Bulma-san! But... the Mom of the other world is waiting for me to go back, and everyone there is waiting for the arrival of hope. And now that I have enough power to change everything, it's time to go back and end it all!"
Whitley also came over and handed a small cloth bag to Trunks. "These are Senzu Beans. Use them sparingly, they can save your life at a critical moment."
His expression became serious. "Remember what I'm about to say! Your future enemies may not just be No. 17 and No. 18."
Trunks took the Senzu Beans and was stunned. "Not just them?"
"That's right," Whitley nodded. "There's another monster named Cell. He's the ultimate android designed by Dr. Gero and needs to absorb No. 17 and No. 18 to achieve his perfect form. Once he succeeds, he will be countless times more dangerous than those two androids! So after you go back, you must completely destroy No. 17 and No. 18 as quickly as possible. You absolutely cannot let Cell absorb them! Do you understand?!"
Trunks's expression became grave, and he etched the name "Cell" deep in his mind. "I understand! Thank you for the warning, Whitley-san! I will be careful!"
After carefully putting away the things Bulma and Whitley had given him, Trunks took out the treasured capsule from his pocket and tossed it lightly onto the ground.
With a soft "poof," the egg-shaped time machine appeared in the courtyard.
Bulma looked at the machine, which was the culmination of her other self's countless efforts, with a complex expression.
Her eyes held a mixture of fascination, regret, and, more than anything, a blessing for her other self in another timeline and the boy before her, who was in a way half her child.
Trunks opened the hatch and sat inside, skillfully fastening his seatbelt. He took one last look at this era that had given him warmth, strength, and hope.
And... at these two people before him, who were like his own family.
Bulma waved her hand vigorously and shouted, "Goodbye, Trunks! Be careful! After you've taken care of things over there, remember to come back and let us know you're safe!"
Whitley also waved and shouted, "Remember! Don't be reckless! If you really run into trouble you can't handle, come back anytime for help! We'll be here!"
Trunks's eyes were a little moist. He nodded heavily, his voice choked with emotion as he shouted, "I know! Don't worry... Mom... Bulma-san! Whitley-san! I'll be careful! Well then... goodbye!!!"
The hatch of the time machine slowly closed. The engine started, emitting a low hum.
The machine slowly ascended, and after reaching a certain altitude, it suddenly burst forth with a brilliant light!
VMMMM—!
A strange energy fluctuation flashed, and the time machine seemed to stretch into a streak of light and instantly vanished into the blue sky, as if it had never appeared.
Bulma felt a little lost. She subconsciously held Whitley's arm tightly and rested her head gently on his shoulder, whispering, "I wonder if Trunks will succeed... The me over there... has really had it rough..."
Whitley said nothing, just silently held her shoulder, giving her silent comfort.
He understood the cruelty of that future timeline.
Goku, Vegeta, Piccolo, Krillin... those powerful warriors had all fallen in battle. Even Gohan had eventually been sacrificed, leaving only Trunks as the last hope and a mother who was struggling to hold on in despair.
Although Trunks's current power was enough to crush those two androids, Cell was extremely cunning. He hoped everything would go smoothly for Trunks.
If worse comes to worst, he could always ask Whis and the Supreme Kai for help!
...
It was afternoon, and the sun was just right.
Whitley was lying leisurely on a beach chair in the front yard, squinting his eyes and enjoying the sunlight.
As he was sunbathing, a thought moved him. The powerful ki within his body instantly awakened and began to spread out into the distance.
This ki was powerful and peaceful, more like a clear signal.
Goku, who was in the middle of a fierce battle with Piccolo near Mount Paozu, was suddenly stunned. "Hmm?! This ki... it's Whitley!"
Goku was instantly excited. "Such powerful ki! Could it be that a strong enemy has appeared?!"
Opposite him, Piccolo's expression was grave. He felt the unfathomable power in that ki, and his heart tightened.
"Haha! Piccolo, let's stop for now! I'm going to check it out!"
Goku subdued Piccolo with a punch and, sensing Whitley's ki, impatiently activated his Instant Transmission.
Poof!
The moment he disappeared, Piccolo fell to the ground with his eyes rolled back.
Before he fainted, he only had time to let out a faint, exasperated whisper, "Son Goku... you... bastard..."
Then his eyes rolled back, and he was completely unconscious.
On the other side, in a desolate valley.
Vegeta, who was forcing himself to meditate, suddenly opened his eyes and frowned in the direction of West City. "Whitley? What's he trying to do, releasing such strong ki all of a sudden?"
...
In the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
Swoosh!
Goku's figure appeared in an instant. He landed and immediately got into a defensive stance, his face full of a desire for battle. "Huh?! Where's the enemy? Whitley, where's the strong enemy?"
But after looking around, he only saw Whitley lying lazily on a chair, with a few glasses of iced juice on a small table next to him.
Whitley pointed to the empty chair beside him and smiled. "Relax, there's no enemy. Sit down and have some juice first. We'll talk after that guy Vegeta gets here."
"Oh? No enemy?" Goku deflated like a popped balloon.
But he still sat down curiously, picked up a glass of juice, and took a big gulp. "Then why did you suddenly release such strong ki, Whitley?"
"I called you guys over, of course, it's for something good," Whitley said, being mysterious. "Release a bit of your own ki too, show that guy Vegeta the way, so he doesn't decide not to come."
Although Goku didn't understand, he still did as he was told. A powerful aura flashed and then disappeared.
A few minutes later, a sharp sonic boom came from the sky. A figure wrapped in a ki aura descended like a meteor and landed steadily in the yard with a boom.
Vegeta still maintained his usual arrogant posture, his arms crossed, his sharp gaze sweeping across the yard. He saw the leisurely Whitley and the juice-drinking Goku, who only slowly retracted their ki after he arrived.
Vegeta's face instantly darkened.
"Hmph! How boring!"
He felt like he had been tricked. He let out a cold snort and was about to turn and fly away.
But just then, Whitley spoke unhurriedly, his voice filled with obvious teasing. "Oh my~ I was thinking, since everyone has been training so hard, I was thinking of teaching everyone a new, more powerful transformation that can also tap into their own potential... It seems a certain prince isn't interested. Forget it, forget it. Goku~"
He turned to Goku, who was excited at the mention of a new transformation. "It seems only you will be able to learn it. Remember to listen to your master and train hard. After you've mastered it..."
He deliberately dragged out his words, glancing at Vegeta, whose body had suddenly stiffened. "...go and practice with Vegeta, test your results, and while you're at it, teach him a good lesson for me, you hear?"
Goku first nodded excitedly. "A more powerful transformation?! I want to learn!"
Then he belatedly scratched his head and asked, "Huh? Whitley, when did you become my master?"
Whitley waved his hand casually. "That's not important."
His eyes were smiling as he looked at Vegeta, who was standing with his back to them, his body stiff, his fists slightly clenched.
Vegeta stood there with a tsundere expression, his face changing as he struggled internally for several seconds.
In the end, his desire for power overwhelmed everything else.
He spun around, his face a little red from embarrassment and annoyance, and strode to the chair next to Whitley, plopping down.
He crossed his arms but deliberately turned his face to the other side, staring at the courtyard wall and squeezing out a sentence through gritted teeth. "Cut the crap! If you're going to teach, then hurry up! That boring taunt doesn't work on me, Vegeta!"
Whitley almost burst out laughing with a "pfft." He quickly coughed into his fist to cover it up.
Vegeta's reaction... is a bit unexpected. He actually gave in so easily? His skin has gotten thicker!
He suppressed his laughter and pretended to hesitate before looking at Vegeta. "So... Vegeta... do you want to learn or not?"
Vegeta let out a heavy snort and said with some annoyance, "Yes! I already said, cut the crap! Hurry up and tell me what this transformation is!"
Whitley clicked his tongue in amazement, looking Vegeta up and down. "Well, well? This is strange. When did your skin get so thick? This isn't like you, Vegeta."
Vegeta's ears turned a little red, and he glared at him fiercely but didn't answer.
Goku, watching from the side, suddenly seemed to have an epiphany and slapped his forehead. "Ah! I know! It must be Launch! She told me last time she came to Kame House that her other self has been going to eat with you a lot lately, and she even wrote in her diary that she loves watching you act all awkward, pretending not to care when you actually do! Vegeta, have you been influenced by Launch?"
"SHUT UP!!! KAKAROT!"
Vegeta, as if his tail had been stepped on, instantly turned to Whitley in a fit of shame and anger and roared, "Are you going to teach me or not?! If not, I'm leaving!"
Whitley was delighted by Vegeta's predicament. Who knew that blonde Launch was so formidable, to be able to push the tsundere prince to this point? The world is full of wonders.
He decided to quit while he was ahead and quickly waved his hands. "I'll teach! Of course, I'll teach! Such a good piece of... talent! It would be a pity not to teach."
He stood up, grabbed Goku with one hand and Vegeta's shoulder with the other. "There's not enough room here. I'll take you to a good place that's absolutely quiet, with no interruptions, and is sturdy enough!"
Swoosh!
The three of them vanished from the courtyard in an instant.
...
The Sacred World of the Kais.
A peaceful and serene atmosphere permeated the massive planet.
The Supreme Kai, Shin, who had finally gotten a moment's respite from his arduous studies, was lying under a giant tree, looking completely drained.
Countless gentle and cute little animals were affectionately gathered around him. This peaceful and beautiful atmosphere brought a little comfort to his weary spirit.
His loyal attendant, Kibito, was standing guard not far away. Seeing the Supreme Kai finally able to rest, he secretly clenched his fist and vowed, 'No matter what, I must protect Lord Supreme Kai's peace today! I absolutely cannot let him be disturbed by anything else!'
But... just then—
Swoosh!
Whitley appeared out of thin air with Goku and Vegeta.
"Hmm?! Lord Whitley?!"
Kibito was startled and quickly stepped forward. "Y-you... why are you here?"
"Yo! We meet again, hello!" Goku said with a smile.
Vegeta just glanced at Kibito faintly, his attention more focused on sizing up this strange space.
"Ah, it's Kibito," Whitley said, waving his hand casually. "I've come to borrow a place from Shin. I need a place that's spacious and sturdy enough to teach them something new," he said, pointing to Goku and Vegeta.
Kibito was just about to say that he could arrange it himself, and to please not disturb Lord Supreme Kai's rest... when he saw Whitley walk straight towards the large tree and call out very naturally, "Hey, Shin! Why are you sleeping here? Don't you have to study those boring history lessons with the Old Kai today?"
Kibito: "!!!"
His outstretched hand froze in mid-air, and his heart was filled with tears. 'It's over! I couldn't stop him! Lord Whitley! Lord Supreme Kai just fell asleep!'
Shin was awakened by Whitley's voice. He groggily opened his eyes and saw Whitley's enlarged smiling face, as well as the curiously peering Goku and the cool-looking Vegeta behind him.
"Ah! Mr. Whitley?"
Shin quickly sat up, fumbling to straighten his appearance. "Y-you... why are you here? And who are these two..."
"This is Goku and Vegeta, both are Saiyans," Whitley introduced, then patted Shin's shoulder. "I'm borrowing your place for a bit, you don't mind, right?"
Shin looked at the energetic Whitley, then remembered his ancestor's description of the God of Destruction. How could he dare to say he minded? "O-of course not... please, make yourself at home..."
Kibito's heart ached nearby. 'Lord Supreme Kai... your day off...'
Whitley nodded in satisfaction and turned to Goku and Vegeta with a brilliant smile. "Alright, the venue is set! Now then, training begins! First step, who wants to turn into a cute, giant monkey for me?"
Goku: "Huh?"
Vegeta: "...What???"
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