"I'm sure that there was a time when you felt pity for any of your clients."
"I believe I am not crazy when I think that you still have a good side. I know that you can still feel emotions, despite how much you deny and act like you don't. I know that you care, that sometimes you regret doing some of your duties and feel pity for some of your clients or victims. I know that you feel sad and lonely at the fact that you were forced to become a God of Destruction against your own will. I saw it in your eyes, that's why I strongly believe it."
Bulma's words earlier that night played through Vegeta's mind as he stared at the urn of the child who was killed by Jeizun Shibata, along with several other young and innocent victims of the children's parade yesterday morning. He silently snorted to himself, thinking and denying Bulma's assumptions about him. Pity and mercy were a few of the many emotions that caused weakness and are, therefore, a great taboo to a Saiyan Prince and a God of Destruction like himself.
"Excuse me, but do we know you?" asked Keisaku's father behind him, distracting him from his thoughts of ridiculousness.
"No, but your souls should recognize who I am," Vegeta replied coldly, turning his head over his shoulder to gaze at the humans gawking at him with a bored look. The one who spoke to him was an elderly man who was trying his best to restrain his middle-aged son who was causing such a mess in the wake of his son before Vegeta stepped in uninvited to the Sakai's home.
As if on cue, Vegeta felt the powerful pulsing of those humans' cores of existence as they responded to the God of Destruction's menacing divine presence. It effectively froze those pathetic weaklings as if in fear, though in reality, time in this place had stopped. Vegeta created a closed space separating this dimension from the rest of the reality, allowing only Keisaku Sakai to move freely.
Vegeta turned his entire profile to face his summoner and sauntered forward until he was a foot away from him. The deity squatted down in front of Keisaku and gave him a wicked smirk.
"You summoned me," he said. "I am the God of Destruction, the deity responsible for death and devastation, Vegeta Yonsei. I heard your prayer and here I appear before you to fulfill your wish to avenge your son by destroying Jeizun Shibata."
When Vegeta left an undecided and reluctant Keisaku that night to decide his fate, he had something ominous going on his mind. The true reason why Vegeta agreed to Bulma's plan is coming into play.
This is the beginning of humanity's destruction.
Chapter 22: Evil Schemes and Lies
Somewhere far in the mountains, within an abandoned cottage house hidden deep within the dark maze of trees, slept the suspect of the Children's Morning Parade, Jeizun Shibata. Not far from the said cottage house lay the unfortunate, bloodied, and lifeless victims who used to be the owner of this secluded house far away from the more advanced and populated city, an elderly couple and their very young grandson. Despite the numerous lives he had mercilessly taken the past few months, he still slept peacefully in the bed that wasn't even his in the first place, with sweet dreams of superiority among people, giving them the most brutal deaths he could come up with. He was always a skilled murderer, so much that even the police authorities were afraid of him. The piles of crimes he committed were wicked and mind-blowing. And he prided himself for being such a remorseless man.
His slumber was rudely interrupted by the sound of the bedroom door's creaking and the footsteps that entered the room. Jeizun ignored the sounds that came out of nowhere in the middle of the night. There should be no one here, he made sure that he killed the residents of this obscure little house. So he rolled to his side and tried to go back to sleep. There was another creaking sound in front of him and he felt a chilling gust of wind blow straight at his face. Shivering, Jeizun popped his eyes open in annoyance, only to find himself alone in the room. He found that the one window in front of him, which was supposedly shut, was bare open. The freezing gust of wind coming in.
Grunting, he dragged himself out of bed to pull the damn window back and push the L-shaped lock into place, making sure it was tightly closed before pulling the curtains together. Then he sluggishly returned to bed, only to hear another creaking sound and realize that the window was open once again, with the curtains pulled on the sides. Jeizun frowned. He was sure that he closed that damn window, and that he was certainly alone in this room.
Grumbling curses incoherently, he returned to the window to pull it back once more when he saw that the trees outside the house were nothing but mere, creepy branches. Their leaves have fallen off and were being blown away by the powerful gust of wind outside the house.
He thought he saw a terrifying dark shadow with glowing magenta eyes lurking behind those trees. Jeizun frowned, thinking it was simply his imagination, and pulled the window back and shut it. This time, he made sure that the damn thing is closed before he pulled the curtains back to conceal the opaque glass frame.
As he turned around to return to his bed, he abruptly staggered and fell backward with a terrified scream when he saw a group of shadows, sixteen of them, fourteen were small like it belonged to young children, all staring down at him with glowing red eyes. Jeizun roughly rubbed his eyes. It's nothing but mere hallucinations, an effect of being rudely awakened in the middle of the night.
But even after all the things he tried to convince himself, the shadows didn't dare leave. They stayed there to haunt him all night, cursing at him, telling him to go to hell or be destroyed. They demanded justice, and they wanted for Jeizun to suffer a divine punishment even worse than death itself.
Suddenly, someone else entered through the door. The newcomer was welcomed by the spirits of those Jeizun had mercilessly killed.
Vegeta stepped right in front of the whimpering Jeizun Shibata and crouched down to gaze at him like a child planning to squash an ant. Seeing him different than those frightening little shadows, Jeizun reached out to him, thinking he was human.
"Help me! Help me, please! Tell them to go away!" Jeizun begged, pointing at the ghosts behind him.
Vegeta peered back at him, faking a childish pout.
"I wanted to send them all off to the afterlife, but they said that they wanted to do something else before passing over. Not until they ensure that you suffer the divine punishment you so much deserved," Vegeta told him.
Jeizun gasped, realizing that the man before him was with them, "Wha-What? Did you... Did you send them here?"
"Probably," Vegeta replied. "You think I came here to help you? Do you even know who you're talking to?"
Jeizun roared furiously at him, "I don't care whoever you are! Just send them all away at once!"
"Why should I? They wanted you, so I allowed them to do what they want with you. Until of course, one among their kin wishes for your own destruction by my hand, these spirits shall haunt you every second of your life. And you will have to endure that suffering until they either drag you to hell alive, or be destroyed from your miserable existence.
"You see, you have stepped into my territory. I am the God of Destruction, the deity responsible for death and devastation. The judge and the punisher of mortals. Only I can decide the death and destruction of mortals. Any mortal who would ever think that they are above me and dare step into my jurisdiction shall suffer my wrath."
Vegeta straightened himself, staring at the perturbed killer. He addressed the spirits of those this man had mercilessly slaughtered, "You can go ahead and make this bastard suffer. Death and destruction will never come to him until the time the client made his decision. I will never give him the satisfaction and privilege of dying, those will be too comfortable for him. I prefer him to suffer and enjoy such a terrifying show from hell, while he lives the rest of his life on this world!"
The spirits loomed over Jeizun Shibata, and the ruthless criminal let out a tortured scream.
Bulma awakened the following morning finding herself alone in Vegeta's bedroom. Wondering where the God of Destruction went, she concluded that he probably had his own work to do. So she made her way to the kitchen where she saw his attendant, the Guide Angel named Whis, preparing a massive amount of breakfast for his master. The effeminate angel turned his head towards her direction and smiled kindly at her.
"Good morning, Bulma-san! Did you have a good night's sleep?" Whis cheerily asked her.
Bulma blushed, she had completely forgotten that upon inviting Vegeta to live with her, Whis should be included in the package. She didn't know how she felt about that.
"Good morning, Whis-san," she awkwardly greeted back. She nodded slowly as she sat down on the nearest chair she could find. "It was a good sleep, yes."
"That's good to hear," Whis said.
"So, where is Vegeta?" Bulma asked.
"He's in another room. He said he couldn't sleep with all your loud snoring and restless pacing across the bed," Whis answered.
Bulma felt embarrassed at his words. She clearly wasn't aware that she slept that way, "Is he really sleeping? I thought deities and immortals do not sleep."
"Gods of Destruction do sleep once in a while. They can't go on destroying every single time, else there will be nothing left of this universe."
"Oh," Bulma said. "I guess you're right."
"Which makes me wonder, why did you come up with such a decision? Did you know that you have put your world in such perilous fate the moment Vegeta-sama agreed to take your invitation?"
"Yes, I am aware of that," Bulma replied. "I was hoping to teach him a few things about the humans and the Earth, hopefully, it would change his opinion about us and allow him to spare us from our fate of destruction."
"This isn't the first time someone tried to do the things you were trying to do, and still, he ended up destroying them all. Do you think you can easily change his mind that easily? I've been with Vegeta-sama for so long. I was one of those who helped raise him to be the man he is now, and believe me, once Vegeta-sama had decided, nothing in this universe could ever change his mind about it. He wanted to destroy Earth, but the only thing that's stopping him from doing so is his fondness for Maguro Nigiri."
"Do you regret introducing him to Maguro Nigiri?" Bulma asked.
"I never once thought that a simple thing such as food would affect his decisions. Although I could say that I am glad that he hasn't destroyed Earth yet, otherwise, I won't be making any of this breakfast and we won't be having this conversation."
Whis turned his entire profile to her, a plateful of food in his hand. He gracefully walked to Bulma's side, his long skirt fluttering, looking like he was drifting through the floor. He put the plate in front of Bulma.
"This is for you. Vegeta-sama specifically told me to give you a portion of his breakfast." he told her with a gentle smile.
Bulma smiled gratefully in return, "That's really sweet of him."
"Yes, he could be sweet, at very rare times, if you know what I mean," Whis agreed as he stared at Bulma. A few moments earlier, after Vegeta returned from torturing Jeizun Shibata, Whis asked Vegeta why he agreed to Bulma's plans so easily. The God of Destruction simply responded that it would help him decide the fate of humanity much easier. Vegeta living on Earth would mean that this world is nearing its impending doom. In fact, the moment Bulma made that wish already set the countdown to Earth's long-awaited destruction, and her decision only set things to play. Several humans around Bulma are going to be destroyed in a chain of events, which would eventually lead to the main event Vegeta had been waiting for.
And according to Vegeta himself, it has already begun. Whis wondered what kind of cruel game his master was trying to play in here again. He had seen Vegeta holding back his decisions for the sake of entertaining himself before finally bestowing his divine punishment to the world. It's not out of showing mercy or giving second chances, though it may look like that, in truth, he does it for the sake of satisfying his sadism and egotism.
"On your plans, I wish you good luck with that, Bulma-san. I have to go and tell Vegeta-sama that his breakfast is ready," Whis told Bulma before he left the room like a breeze. He went straight to wherever Vegeta was. Bulma stared at the door where the angel exited and wondered if those words were meant to be sincere or a perilous warning.
"This isn't the first time someone tried to do the things you were trying to do, and still, he ended up destroying them all. Do you think you can easily change his mind that easily?" those were the words the angel warned her a few moments earlier.
Bulma nibbled through the breakfast Whis prepared for her, wondering what she'll do next after successfully making Vegeta agree to live with her. For starters, maybe inviting him on their first date is going to be interesting.
Vegeta entered through the door where Whis left earlier, wearing his usual clothing and his typical intimidating expression. Bulma wondered if Vegeta wears any other clothes other than that.
Hearing her thoughts, Vegeta frowned, staring down at his clothes. Nothing seems wrong with his clothes but the woman always finds them strange. Shaking his head to rid of any questions popping out of his mind about that, he sat on the throne-like seat across her, "This is the sacred garment of the God of Destruction. It's only natural that I wear this all the time," he answered her before she could greet him a good morning with a flashy smile. Bulma shut her mouth. He doesn't look like he was in a mood to call this morning any good at all. So she simply went back to eating her breakfast, watching at him from the corner of her eye. He looked so damn good in those sacred garments. And for some reason, Bulma imagined herself feeling pissed at the fact that other women may become attracted to him once she decided to date him. Who could resist the temptation of looking at those bulging, perfectly sculpted muscles of his? Bulma felt her face flushed red, trying to ignore Vegeta's awkward stare at her and the fact that he could hear her improper, girlish thoughts. She planned on buying him some clothes, one that is proper clothing for Earthling men. She imagined how good he would look wearing casual Earthling clothes, like what those models in magazines wear, unaware that she was grinning and blushing (and drooling) at those thoughts.
Vegeta raised his eyebrows at her, looking like he was disgusted by what he could hear in her mind. Something tells him that this woman does like him more than he expected her to be. 'Just what the hell is this woman thinking?' he thought as he stared oddly at that expression on her face.
Vegeta simply shook his head and began eating the sumptuous breakfast Whis especially prepared for him.
"Don't delude yourself too much with your daydreams, woman. Look at the time, you'll be late for work," he snapped at her.
As if her butt was pricked by a needle, snapping her out of her imagination, Bulma almost coughed her food out of her mouth. Feeling embarrassed, she quickly finished her food, rushed to her side of the house, took a short shower, dressed up in her casual clothes, grabbed her bag in a hurry, and said, "If you are going to leave, please lock the door behind you. Also make sure that everything's plugged out, okay? I'll see you guys later!"
And then she was gone.
Vegeta was laughing boisterously at the kitchen, "That woman sure is crazy! Have you seen her thoughts, Whis? I told you it's obvious how much she likes me!" he told his guide angel in a pompous way.
"Most women you met developed a crush on you, but still, you destroyed them without any second thoughts. What made Bulma-san different from them?" Whis responded nonchalantly.
Vegeta made a deep thinking expression, "Hmmm... I don't know. Maybe the fact that she was straightforward about her thoughts? I mean, who in their right mind would invite a God of Destruction to live with her? Other women invited me to stay for a moment just to give their offerings of food and pleasure, but not live with them like this."
"My warnings to you don't change, Vegeta-sama. Be careful about your emotions or you might be the one regretting this at some point in the future."
Vegeta pouted back, "I know, Whis. Worry not about that. There's nothing more important to me than doing my duties as the God of Destruction," he assured his attendant. "This is exactly the reason why I'm doing this. You see, as I've said, the chain of events leading to Earth and humanity's destruction has begun. You know how falling dominoes work, right? It's essentially the same. We are currently at the 5th one, and the 6th one is about to fall into place soon."
"I was surprised you didn't wait for Keisaku Sakai to make the contract before you make your move on Jeizun Shibata."
Vegeta gritted his teeth together, his expression filled with irritation, "The nerve of that bastard annoyed me. He thought he holds the life of any human he encounters. I hated that kind of trash. That fool shall suffer my divine wrath more than what Keisaku expected. Anyways, I sensed something stirring within the last of the Cerealians. I knew he was eavesdropping at my last meeting with Elec. Seems he's rather bothered about something."
"He believes that Elec is the current most powerful man in this universe, that is why he is surprised to know that someone could intimidate his boss so much as you do," Whis said.
"Some mortals who just didn't know their rightful place," Vegeta spat bitterly, shaking his head before he returned to eating his breakfast.
Meanwhile, somewhere in outer space where the Heeters Clan made their base. Gas was going crazy again, he had enough and he wanted just to be done with this life. When he found his older siblings watching at him with hopeless stares, he ordered Elec to just give him the death he wanted for so long. Being haunted by the ghosts of those Cerealians he shot that day made him lose his mind over the years, and he just wanted to end this mental suffering.
Elec, Macki, and Oil couldn't bear to watch their younger brother suffer this way and Elec declares his animosity to the cause of it all.
Granolah, that Cerealian bastard!
Elec told Gas that he should fight back, that he must use his pain and suffering and turn it into anger, and let that anger turn into his desire to fight back against those haunting voices. Let it become his desire to destroy all of those who dared mock him this way. A cowering Gas cried out, telling him that he can't take it anymore. He just wanted to end himself, but the spirits won't allow him. The God of Destruction won't give him that mercy at all.
The God of Destruction also refused to destroy Granolah because as per his judgment, the Cerealian was pure and innocent. That only caused Elec's dislike of the guy to surge greater. If it wasn't for that brat's father, Flayk, they wouldn't hunt them on Planet Cereal, Gas would have been normal, and he wouldn't have to deal with some God of Destruction's stupid mind games and his pathetic brother's suicidal tendencies.
He wondered what he should do to destroy Granolah once and for all...
Watching at the ballistic Gas within his prison cell intently and remembering how his little brother ended up in this crazy state, Elec suddenly had a plan.
And he will use the God of Destruction to set his plan into motion.
"Elec is up to something," Vegeta muttered, staring down at the piece of hot dumpling in between his chopsticks. "I couldn't care less about what move Keisaku Sakai was planning to do with Jun Maeda, but Elec's intention is going to be troublesome. That fool. What does he think of me?"
"So, are you going to destroy him?" Whis asked him, watching at the glowing crystal of his scepter that showed the image of the Heeters.
Vegeta put the dumpling inside his mouth and chewed at it slowly as he put his chopsticks down. As he did that, he was contemplating on whether he should go and finally settle things with the Heeters once and for all. He gave Whis a wicked smirk, "Yes, this might be a good opportunity to destroy that bastard. Let him do those plans he had in his mind so I could get a good reason to destroy his and his entire clan's miserable existences once and for all. Who knows? Maybe Granolah would make a contract with me, something his mother failed to do forty years ago."
"I see that you are still pissed about that," Whis noticed.
"If I spared the mother her divine punishment for wasting my time, the child must pay for that sin. This time, I will make sure that Granolah would make that contract, then the Heeters would finally meet their long-awaited divine punishment of destruction."
Early in the morning, Jun Maeda received a call from someone called Keisaku Sakai. Jun told the man on the other line that he doesn't speak to strangers but when Keisaku mentioned that he had successfully summoned the God of Destruction through the ritual he posted on his vlog, Jun became interested. Keisaku told Jun that he will tell him everything about his experience if he agreed to meet up in a nearby sushi restaurant. Jun agreed to meet.
Once in the restaurant, Jun asked the waitress to lead them to the most private tables they have and he was willing to pay a great amount of sum for it. Bulma, who happened to be the waitress serving them, led them to a spot where most private meetings were set. Bulma and Jun recognized each other, having met one another in the hospital three weeks ago. Keisaku also recognized her but decided not to say anything. Bulma took their orders and once she placed them on their table, telling them to just call out to her once they decided to order anything else, she left the two alone.
Bulma missed those days when she would ask restaurants to give her a private place and pay lots of money years ago. She simply sighed and returned to the counter with a heavy heart. One of those men was the son of Vegeta's clients, whom he just destroyed right before her eyes more than three weeks ago. She wondered if he had any memory about his mother at all.
She also pondered as to why the two men wished to be in private. It's not like she cared or anything though.
"As I've mentioned to you over the phone, yes. I indeed summoned the God of Destruction," Keisaku admitted. "My son, Hiro-chan, was one of the victims of the children's parade massacre two days ago. You see, Chiharu and I couldn't get any more children after Hiro-chan due to my wife's medical condition, so Hiro-chan is the only child we will ever have, but that bastard, Shibata, took him away. During his funeral, I heard one of our visitors mention the urban legend of the ritual to summon the God of Destruction. I searched through the internet and found one of your vlog entries about how your mother summoned the God of Destruction."
"My mother... I don't remember her well by now," Jun said. "For some reason, all memories and shreds of evidence related to her completely vanished. Perhaps, the God of Destruction had taken her and destroyed her existence by now."
"When you mean by vanished? What do you mean by that?"
Jun took his phone out to show Keisaku some pictures he took in the hospital supposedly along with Himawari Maeda, but the pictures now only showed him taking selfies alone in the hospital. The places where Himawari was supposed to be was devoid of any mortal presence.
"This is what the God of Destruction meant by being destroyed out of your existence. It meant as if that person never existed in this world." Jun explained.
"Really? Then how come you-?"
Jun snickered, leaning his back on the backrest of the chair he was sitting on, "It turns out I was adopted. Guess I'm lucky to have kept my existence."
"Oh..."
"For some reason though, I felt like despite my mother completely vanishing from existence, I have a mission to do. I don't know. Maybe I just have this gut feeling that it was what my mother wanted me to do."
"What is it?"
"To know more about this Urban Legend. This is why I chose to meet you up here. If you don't mind, I would like to ask you a few questions and have your responses recorded for my vlog." Jun reached out to his bag to get a tape recorder.
"Sure, I don't mind. I was hoping you would say that and have that murderer know what I'm planning to do with him."
Jun pressed the record button and placed the recorder down on the table.
"This is Jun Maeda and I'm here at Takemura's Sushi Restaurant, the date is September 10, Age 2021. Along with me is Mister Keisaku Sakai, who claims that he summoned the God of Destruction to seek revenge on the death of his son. Sakai-san, you mentioned that your son was killed in the children's parade two weeks ago. I offer you my condolences. Is this the reason why you did the ritual to summon the God of Destruction?"
"Yes."
"The suspect of that heinous crime is Jeizun Shibata, a notorious criminal who reportedly has some powerful connections in the police department, the reason for him to get out of prison that easily," Jun said.
"Yes, and I am making sure that the fool will pay so dearly for this."
Jun took a sketchpad and a charcoal pencil from his bag, "So when you summoned him, did you manage to meet him in person?"
"Yes."
"What does he look like?"
As Keisaku went on describing what the God of Destruction looked like, Jun sketched into his sketchbook.
"He was a short man, probably standing around five-three. But he was muscular, you know, like those lean but muscular models in magazines. His hair flared up above his head like a black flame, had a receding hairline and a huge widow's peak. He had thick, arching, furrowed brows and a pair of mean-looking but cold, narrowed, slanted eyes darker than anything I had seen before. Do you know how Ancient Egyptian Pharaohs would usually dress? He got a striped black and blue wesekh collar around him, and wore baggy blue pants, with a long, black drape with diamond shapes. He also had several golden pieces of jewelry around his arms, forearms, neck, and a single square-shaped earring over his left ear. Also, he had this strange monkey tail waving in between his legs," Keisaku described.
"A monkey tail?"
"Yeah, at first I thought it was fake, but it doesn't seem that way. It looks so real!"
"So, how was your encounter with him? Did he say anything?"
"Of course. He had this cold and intimidating feeling. Even his voice was icy yet commanding, he somehow gave off an aura similar to that of a prince or a young king. At first, he introduced himself as the God of Destruction, the deity responsible for death and devastation, and then he told me that I summoned for him and that he appeared before me to fulfill my wish to destroy that bastard Shibata. However, there is a condition, that after he destroyed Shibata, he will one day come for me to destroy me just as how he will do to Shibata, by the time of my death. Destruction means being destroyed out of existence as if one had never been born. You will cease to exist in this world and everything about you will be erased. Your soul will never go to heaven or hell, and you will forever be forgotten by mortals. It just works that way according to him, else the balance of this Universe will fall off. It's a price one must pay dearly."
"So what did you do?"
"Maybe he sensed my indecision, that's why he left me to decide whether I go through the contract or not. He told me that once I made my decision, just focus on my thoughts to destroy Shibata and call him by his name."
"Did he say his name to you?"
"Yes, when he introduced himself."
"What is his name?"
"Vegeta Yonsei."
"Vegeta... Yonsei? As in Vegeta the Fourth?"
"I think so."
"What an odd name," Jun commented. "You mentioned that he spoke like that of a prince or a young king. Considering his name and the way he dressed, he probably was one heck of a royalty. Thank you for all the juicy information, Sakai-san. So here is the sketch, does it look anything like him?"
Jun flipped his sketchbook to show Keisaku a sketch of what he thought the God of Destruction looked like. Keisaku stared at the drawing with wide eyes.
"Exactly," Keisaku agreed breathlessly.
Jun turned the drawing to his side so he can see it better, and frowned when he thought that the God of Destruction he sketched looked eerily familiar to him.
Then he remembered that the drawing looked awfully like the intimidating man he bumped into back in the hospital more than three weeks ago, the one who was with Bulma Briefs that day, who roughly grabbed him by the collar and gave him an ominous warning.
"The next time you would dare get in my way, I will make sure that you will not exist to see the next day!"
He wondered what relationship does Bulma Briefs have with this God of Destruction? They seem close to each other. Did she summon him too? That could be considering what happened to her life. Jun thought that this case just grew more interesting than he ever thought.
"You said that you didn't make the contract yet. You were reluctant, having second thoughts, aren't you? The price was hefty, indeed, and seeking justice and vengeance isn't worth your soul and your existence. Do not make the contract no matter what. Think of your wife and Hiro-chan. I'm sure your son wouldn't want you to do this. I believe in Karma, Shibata will soon get what he so much deserved. Trust me."
Jun and Keisaku left the sushi restaurant, but not without Jun giving an odd message to Bulma that he will return to see her again next time, which made Bulma utterly confused. He even gave her his calling card and a wink. Krilin, Chichi, and Taki all thought that Jun wanted to ask her to go out with him and teased Bulma about getting a new boyfriend to help her get over Yamcha. Bulma simply snorted back, saying that she may have found the perfect boyfriend already. When they asked her who she was talking about, Bulma said that they will meet him again soon. That confused her workmates. Did they meet her new boyfriend somewhere before? Bulma simply laughed at them.
Planet Namek...
Granolah was eating his lunch, while Monaito only sat in front of him with a glass of water in his hand. Namekians like him don't need to eat and they just rely on drinking fresh water. Suddenly, a small mechanical robot walked in. It was Oatmeel, Granolah's AI that was attached to his goggles. It seems the A.I. had a robotic body it can latch itself into.
"Granolah, a message from the Heeters," Oatmeel reported to his owner. "They want you to come to their base as soon as possible."
"What is it about?" Granolah asked.
"Macki didn't say anything, but she said that Elec wanted to tell you something really important personally."
Granolah and Monaito glanced at each other, both of them wondering what it was about. Is it something worth a lot of money? Or is it because Elec knew that Granolah had eavesdropped on his conversation with the God of Destruction?
"Granolah, don't go," Monaito pleaded with him.
Granolah was being reluctant. He still doubted that the mysterious man Elec was talking to the other day was a true God of Destruction. He never believed in the myths he was hearing from people. He suspected that the man was only pretending to be one, calling and proclaiming himself to be one. Even so, he couldn't understand why Monaito was acting like this. He was fearing for him.
Granolah touched Monaito's hand with his, and smiled warmingly, "Worry not about me, Monaito. If it is work, then it's wasted money and opportunity if I don't come. I had to save up so I can find a medic to help you with your leg."
"No, Granolah- you misunderstand! The God of Destruction does exist! If it is true that Elec was indeed talking to Hakaishin-sama, then there is a huge possibility that destruction is close to him and those around him. If you continue to associate with the Heeters, then you might get in the crossfire and suffer his divine wrath as well!" Monaito warned.
Granolah appeared to consider Monaito's words for a moment, before answering with a gentle smile, "Alright, you can relax now. I understand. I won't go anymore." he assured his adopted father.
"Good," Monaito said, nodding.
It's not like Granolah believed any of Monaito's warnings, he didn't wish for the old Namekian to worry so much about him. Still, he felt regret for the possible bounty mission and the money he could get from coming to the Heeters. He believed that Monaito was just exaggerating and all.
That's why he made a plan to escape later. Monaito would usually take naps in the middle of the day, so Granolah would use that opportunity to escape to his spacejet. For sure, it wouldn't take long for him to return for Monaito to think he had escaped his watchful eye.
Time passed by and indeed, Monaito went to his room to take his sleep. Granolah wore his goggles containing Oatmeel over his right eye and stealthily made his way to his spacejet. Once he was in the cockpit, he immediately blasted off into space, not knowing what evil plans Elec would pull against him...
"Do you think Granolah would fall for it?" Macki asked Oil and Elec as they waited for Granolah to arrive to their base. They were eating a massive feast upon a massive dining table with Elec sitting on the far end, Oil and Macki sat on either side of him.
The sneaky and calculating Elec, who was sitting on a self-made throne he cherished, nodded once with a mischievous grin. "I am sure he will. After all, the God of Destruction is the one responsible for all deaths of mortals and the destruction of many worlds. If Granolah learns that it was because of the Hakaishin that his parents and his home planet were destroyed, considering his reckless and rash behavior, he will surely try to summon the God of Destruction and take revenge on him. Of course, the God of Destruction won't allow such disrespectful behavior and he will have no other choice but to destroy Granolah for going against him..."
Elec stabbed his steak knife and his fork against the thick slab of meat on his plate, a cruel looking smile upon his face.
"It's going to be game over for Granolah! And once Granolah is destroyed, Gas will have his justice, and the sins of that Cerealian's foolish father will be paid!"