The inclusion of Dumbass into my forces went far better than I had predicted. Her extraordinary growth in strength was astounding when she somehow surpassed the 100k mark I set during her first month under my employ. I picked her up simply because her outlandish behavior in our conversations would be a great pass time; she was a resilient toy to be thrown out after I grew bored of it. That was why I gave her an impossible goal. Yet, I hadn't planned for her to succeed. At that point, she was too valuable to just be discarded.

In around a decade, her value as a ruthless warrior grew as she partook in more missions. It wasn't like she was hesitant on the idea of killing and torture. She just lacked the right methods to execute it and learned as she went. I was told many times by my trusted soldiers that she would do acts of genocide for idiotic reasons. To prove if those rumors were true, I asked her to wipe out an entire race consisting of power levels ranging from 50 to 100 thousand. And in exchange, a deluxe double cheeseburger with extra wagyu bacon. Dumbass herself wasn't weak with her power level of 170 thousand, but taking on a population of trillions was suicide. The burger would cost her an annual salary worth of credits, not worth the cost of her own life.

In the end, I was right to give her the title of Dumbass. The speed at which she followed my command was outstanding. She gave the bizarre speech asking the inhabitants to kill each other and save her the trouble of killing them herself. Right after, she butchered the leader of the planet on live television for all of the planet's inhabitants to witness. Of course, the inhabitants fought back. Her response…She upped and blew up the planet. One giant energy blast and it was space rubble. Due to the loss of their leader, the opposition couldn't react and the attack went unabated. It was quite cunning of her to disorient her enemies. I applaud Dumbass for her ingenuity.

The sparkle in her eyes as she came to retrieve her prize conveyed how little she cared about life. Even I would be disappointed in a loss of a planet that could be sold and its population enslaved. But to her, the billions of potential profits could not withstand her gluttony of that space burger. I would be astonished by her obedience and savagery if it weren't tied to her end goal.

It didn't matter what my commands were, if it resulted in a lar soaked burger and all buttermilk milkshake, she would do it. How she obtained this unquenchable gluttony was beyond my understanding. Though if I had to guess, it must be escapism from the harshness of reality or childhood trauma. She was broken when we first met and maybe more so after joining my fighting force.

I exploited her weakness like a teenager undergoing puberty. I even joked once that if she were to lick my feet, I would reward her with cheese fries. I was revolted at my own request but had hoped to get an amusing reaction from her. The results were…unpleasant. She kept trying to do the deed in hopes of eating those fries. Good cheese was hard to come by in space. Even so, her dedication to food was abnormal. It went beyond that of the God of Destruction. At least Beerus had a set of boundaries; Gula did not. I had to put multiple holes in her temple to keep her ferocious appetite in check.

Nevertheless, like a teenager after puberty, I grew bored of our interactions and her misfortunes after a couple of years. Even my attempt of showing the destruction of her planet was for nothing. The sass I received from my younger brother was unbearable when he heard my request. I went through all that trouble to get a live video of the event and all I got was a grunt from that cheeking monkey.

I tried to be unique in entertaining myself. However, as time went on, she grew accustomed to them. The times that I did succeed in humiliating her and squeezing out a hilarious reaction were far too few compared to my failed attempts.

After a decade, her lack of actual respect and fear towards my presence was no longer amusing. She tried to hide her disobedience and was doing it poorly. It became an annoyance; an itch that could only be soothed through murder and humiliation. Strangely, she had never asked for mercy no matter how much harm she received. Perhaps she would finally beg for mercy after I utterly crush her spirit or what's left of it. Afterwhich, I would ignore her plead and ki blast her between the eyes. The same act I was about to partake in all those years ago during our first meeting.

It's a bit sad really. She was the rebellious cat I had adopted and was now going to put down. If only she learned her place, then maybe she could have lived a bit longer. Killing her would be the saddest thing I would ever enjoy. When my ship reached its destination, Dumbass would be officially promoted to Garbage.

All garbage must be thrown away and incinerated.

"Achoo". Gula sneezed and the food inside her mouth spewed onto the table. The sudden sneeze was followed by a round of coughs and a large gulp of space soda to wash down anything in her throat. Everyone in the cafeteria, including her three squadmates, looked at her imitation of a spray can with disgust. The thing that made it worse was that the food she was consuming was the green sludge provided free of charge by the chef. No one dared to ask the origins of the sludge. For those who eat it, they were just glad it was edible and free.

"Gula amie, why do you persist in eating that sludge?" Salza walked towards her, confused about why she was still eating this horrendous meal. "Did you run out of credits already?"

Gula gulped down her last drop of soda and shook her head. In reality, the opposite was the case. She had an abundant amount of credits in her wallet. The only thing stopping her from spending it was her intention of saving up enough money to buy herself a sundae. It was no ordinary sundae; the object of her desire was a creation only the tyrants could afford. It had cost her 2 years of rationing and digesting green sludge to reach where she was now. When the ship reached its destination, a planet with the capacity of making the dessert, she would savor every last drop of it. The thoughts of devouring it clouded her mind as a stream of drool waterfall from her jaws.

Salza gave her a confused glanced and backed away from the scene. Gula was spouting nonsense as she continued to drool and daydream. He couldn't comprehend how anyone could be this gluttonous. He guessed it was because she was insane and accepted it as part of her identity. He had over a decade of experience dealing with his squadmate. Though it did surprise him, it wasn't anything new. Salza had seen Gula kill for less substantial rewards.

Back to the person herself, she was on cloud nine. Nothing could stop her from eating that sundae. Nothing.