"That was a weird, scary dream."
That's what Bulma absent-mindedly thought to herself as she took her morning coffee while she sat in a green tatami chair in front of a two feet high wooden table.
It had been three weeks since she had last encountered the man claiming to be the God of Destruction of this Universe. Up until now, she had been trying to convince herself about it being just a mere dream of hers, as what she went through could just be either a nightmare or a fragment of her imagination.
Yet, it doesn't seem that way.
The fear, the anxiety, the anger she had when he used her trauma to his advantage, and the pain in her hand after she slapped his face hard. They all felt real.
And the fact that she felt kind of bad when she told him to disappear from her life, and that he decided to never show himself to her ever again. She wondered if she had lost the opportunity to make a wish to him.
She blinked as if waking herself up from being spaced out, and shook her head to rid of those thoughts.
"Argh! Forget about it, Bulma! It's a dream! It's just a damn dream," she told herself with a forced smile as she grabbed the buttered toast on a small plate next to her coffee and bit into it. "The God of Destruction doesn't exist. Even if he did, I will never sell my soul and my existence over a stupid wish such as world destruction or the destruction of someone else! Even if anyone deserved it, my soul and my existence aren't worth it! Plus, I don't like his attitude. No wonder why he is a loner. He doesn't have any good in him at all."
She turned to grab the TV remote within her arms reach to use it to turn on the 32-inch flat-screen a few feet in front of her. She watched some morning news about an incident that occurred during a children's parade about fifteen minutes earlier when a rushing vehicle had mercilessly run over an entire column of participants and some of the audience during the event. According to the news reporter on TV, thirteen people were killed and about twenty-six were injured. The suspect was a notorious 43-year-old murderer named Jeizun Shibata, who was being chased by the police officers after he had just hostaged a nearby bank, robbed it, and ran off in his red air car. The incident in the parade occurred during the chasing.
"That's such a terrible man!" Bulma commented, glaring at the picture of the suspect in the news. Jeizun was big, burly, bald-headed, and had a thick dark beard. He wore a plain white t-shirt in the photo.
In her mind, she suddenly remembered a cold voice saying, "Everyone who died in that incident met their inevitable fate because I happen to be there. As I've said, death and destruction occur wherever I go. In places I visit, either someone there is fated to die or that entire world is going to be destroyed."
She wondered if this was caused by the owner of that voice in her head.
"Death and destruction are normal. It keeps the balance of this Universe. How is that terrible to you? Just accept the fact that this is the reality. And reality itself is cruel to everyone."
After that, another news about a popular celebrity giving birth to her first child was being reported for Entertainment News. While she absent-mindedly gazed at the screen, she remembered another quote the God of Destruction told her.
"I am one of those two deities that keep the balance of this Universe. If not for me doing my job of destruction, there wouldn't be any creation, birth, rebirth, light, summer, and better things mortals like yourselves gain in exchange for what was taken from you. Don't you get it? Every time a mortal gains something for himself, he had lost something else beforehand. All mortals suffer the same fate, though in different situations and circumstances. Reality is cruel to everyone, but at the end of the day, every suffering is a blessing in disguise. We deities listen to mortals' prayers and we get to decide which blessings you mortals would gain depending on how much you've lost. That is how we show our mercy. That's an example of how we work to keep the balance of this Universe."
Many lives have been taken by death today in that parade, somewhere else, a new life is either being created or born into this world. Is this the balance of the Universe he was talking about? She wondered if reincarnation was real. Would the souls of those who died in the parade be reincarnated into this world again?
Her smartphone rang, distracting her from her thoughts and she saw that it was from the hospital where her older sister was admitted. She picked up a call that would make her run into the hospital as fast as she could with heart-pounding dread.
Chapter 20: Bulma's Plan
Meanwhile, somewhere far in the Universe...
The God of Destruction sat on a throne-like chair in front of a massive table filled with a feast, his face was scowling deeply due to his displeased mood. For three weeks, he had been looking for an alternative to his favorite food, and so he traveled with Whis to planets his guide angel would recommend to get a taste of their planet's best gourmet.
Vegeta and Whis had been on thirty planets these past three weeks, all of which were destroyed by the God of Destruction after being unsatisfied with what they were trying to offer him. He had been in a terrible mood since he left the Earth and the God of Creation, Shin was terrified and alarmed about it while the God of Destruction's Guide Angel and Attendant, Whis was worried that Vegeta would keep on destroying random things over a simple matter such as his unsatisfied appetite and food preferences. It had been quite some time since Vegeta was in this cranky state. The last time was after Vegeta ate that fruit from Earth, which caused the pandemic. And it seems that it's the Earth's fault why the destroyer deity was in such a terrible mood once again.
And the entire Universe would suffer such an ill temper.
Whis had warned the chefs of Planet Inoshishi earlier to do their best in satisfying the God of Destruction's appetite by offering him their best tasting food, else their planet shall suffer divine punishment for displeasing him greatly. The royal chefs of the Inoshijin, a race of alien boar humanoids, had already offered him several dishes but the Hakaishin was unsatisfied. This is going to be their last chance at getting on his good side, hoping that they will be shown mercy and thus, be spared from his wrath.
But then, the head chef takes pride in his cooking and leadership skills. After all, he was the best chef of Planet Inoshishi, who had competed against other great chefs across the Universe and won prestigious awards. At first, he was highly confident that he will easily satiate that guy who claimed to be the God of Destruction from the legends. He was an atheist and he never believed that any deities exist. He just thought that Vegeta Yonsei and his attendant were simply having delusions of grandeur where they think they are a deity or an angel. He highly doubted that the petite guy with the receding hairline could destroy the planet. But then, he had seen just what kind of a hot-headed freak Vegeta was. After nearly three rounds of offering, he exploded in rage. He hurled the offerings across the floor, flipped the table, and kicked those who were standing nearest to him, except for his attendant. The head chef, out of terror, pleaded for a last chance to be given to them. Vegeta snarled at him like a bloodthirsty beast, that strange monkey tail bristling behind his back in reaction to his impatience. He told the head chef that he will give them their last chance of satisfying his cravings.
And so, here they are.
One of the terrified chefs put the last dish on the table in front of the God of Destruction, before he backpedaled into his place within the line of chefs standing on the side.
Vegeta glared at the dishes right in front of him with disgust and his scowl deepened. He raised his onyx eyes to the head chef's direction who gulped nervously at his intimidating gaze.
The God of Destruction snorted lightly, reaching out for a gold-colored fork before he started to eat everything edible that lay on the table. The Inoshijin chefs watched and let out simultaneous sighs of relief when they found him finally eating everything they had offered, unlike the previous set of food which he just took a spoonful each before angrily throwing it all away across the room.
The head chef let out an evil-looking smirk, pride filled his chest as he watched the so-called Hakaishin eat everything they had prepared for him.
"So how is it to your liking, sir?" asked one of the young chefs reluctantly once Vegeta put the fork down after he was done devouring all of the food.
Vegeta grunted before he replied to the astounded chef, "The flavor is too overpowering to my tastes. There's too much grease on the meat, the fish is undercooked and the desserts were too sweet. I didn't like any of it."
As he criticized the food, the chefs grimaced and whined in disappointment. They were sure that they will all pay dearly for this dissatisfaction. Only the head chef remained calm amongst the team for some odd reason.
"But how come you have eaten it all, milord?" Whis asked his master.
Vegeta leaned his back to the backrest of the chair he was seating on and crossed his arms over his chest. "Because there was something else that made these dishes quite interesting than the previous ones they have offered me and I thought that I had to finish my food just to check on something," he replied.
"What is it?"
The chefs smiled, thinking that there was a last glimmer of hope for their survival. Vegeta's cold glare turned to the head chef.
"Hey you," he called. "Did you honestly think that putting poison in my food would kill me?"
The Inoshijin chefs paled at those words while the head chef shrieked.
"Wha-What?" the head chef stuttered.
Vegeta took something on his side and put an empty glass vial with a label 'ASTIEMITIK' written in an alien language on the table. This type of poison would have instantly killed a mortal in mere minutes after consuming it.
"Since the beginning, you've been doubting my identity as the God of Destruction. I could have considered your atheist beliefs as a poor excuse for your reaction, but for you to think I'm just a delusional freak is another matter that I find too intolerable. Not to mention that you dared to insult my pretty boy looks and attempted to put poison on my food. This is completely unforgivable."
The head chef stared at him wide-eyed his eyes almost dropped out of its sockets. Just how the hell did he know that? And how did he get that bottle he just threw into the trash bin on the kitchen after using its poisonous contents into the meal this unbelievable man just devoured? Just what kind of monster was this guy?!
Vegeta's wrath was seething, but his anger at the head chef was triggered not just because of the stupid attempt of poisoning him or the doubts about his identity or being called delusional or even the way this stupid, ugly-looking boar dared to insult his hairline. It was because the head chef's thoughts and reactions reminded him of her. That pesky blue-haired woman from that damn mudball called Earth.
"To answer your stupid questions, I can hear the thoughts of mortals so I know exactly everything you have in your mind. So after I heard about your ridiculous plan of poisoning me, I teleported into the kitchen and took the bottle you threw in the trash for evidence while you and your subordinates were looking away. Pfft! Do you think these feats are impossible for someone like me? I am the God of Destruction of this entire Universe, so naturally, I can do those things impossible to pathetic mortal beings like yourselves."
Then a spine-chilling and sinister smile came across Vegeta's lips, his mood completely changing from seething with quiet rage, to a deranged and bloodthirsty ambiance. The creepy grin immediately made the atmosphere cold and terrifying, "But then, you were right about one thing... The fact that I am indeed a monster! An evil, ruthless villain!"
"Gyeeeh! I'm... I'm so sorry, milord!" the head chef suddenly cried, falling to his knees and bowing down to him to plead for his mercy. His subordinates followed his actions. "I have committed a great sin and I deeply apologize for my foolishness! Please! Please spare us and show us your mercy!"
"Please spare us and show us your mercy!" echoed his subordinates.
Vegeta eyed the kneeling alien boars with disgust. He turned to Whis, pointing at the kneeling mortals before him, and told his guide angel, "Yes, that's right. This should be the correct reaction. For them to fear me, to plead for my mercy, so they could be spared!"
Not slap his pretty face!
Whis simply eyed Vegeta with a look of disinterest.
The head chef raised his head, expectant. "Really? Will you spare us, milord?"
Vegeta's cold gaze returned to him, "I told you that this was your last chance, right?"
The head chef gulped nervously, sweating profusely. "Yes! Yes, milord."
Vegeta snickered, shaking his head as he rose from his seat, "Too bad for you, then."
Everything that's around him was abruptly blown away from him when his dark purple aura exploded to life, except for Whis who simply stood beside him unaffected by his master's destructive and rage-filled energy. The roof of the palace was completely obliterated by the God of Destruction's power as his aura sparking with black electricity burst upwards into the skies. The ground started to tremble as if in fear of the destroyer deity's wrath.
The white clouds above him began to swirl around, the bright orange sky of Planet Inoshishi becoming as dark as coal while an ominous storm formed. Streaks of lightning flashed and boisterous thunder roared from the clouds as the God of Destruction declared his judgment. His eyes blazed a bright magenta fire, burning with his divine fury.
"This world had incurred the wrath of the God of Destruction and now it shall receive divine punishment for its people's unforgivable actions. They have been judged and therefore, their existence shall be destroyed from this universe."
Deep, massive cracks began to form across the planet's crust and the palace crumbled. The God of Destruction and his guide angel levitated into the atmosphere.
As Vegeta held up his hand, palm facing the devastated planet, a space jet blasted off from the ground. Inside it, a man with wavy green hair was piloting the one-seater jet. His left eye had a pale blue iris and he wore a high-tech-looking eyepatch with a dial was over his right eye. As the jet took off into the sky in a hurry, probably to escape the planet's doom, the man's only visible eye was caught in a trance when he found the God of Destruction and his guide angel.
As if he knew he was being stared at, Vegeta turned his magenta eyes to him and time slowed down for the both of them. Vegeta recognized the man inside the jet while the other clearly didn't. Vegeta heard his thoughts and saw that the man had odd images flash randomly on his mind. A faceless woman cried helplessly as she embraced the man who was a crying and bleeding child in her protective arms. And then, his own silhouette against the darkness of the street. The woman pleaded to him, begging to be saved from the monster who was her mate.
The images stopped when the guy inside the jet flinched and he squinted his eyes before shaking his head to clear his thoughts.
Vegeta watched as the space jet left the planet before he returned to what he was doing earlier.
"Destruction!" he uttered as he clenched his raised hand into a tight fist.
In outer space, Vegeta and Whis watched at the heaps of energy the once Planet Inoshishi was reduced into.
"That guy who had just escaped was Muezli's son, correct?" Vegeta asked Whis.
"Yes, milord," Whis said.
"His name was Granolah, wasn't it?"
"Yes."
For the first time in three weeks, Whis saw Vegeta finally smirk.
Forty years ago, Muezli was Vegeta's summoner. She was from a planet called 'Cereal', and a beautiful woman with fair skin, curly green hair, and pale blue eyes, very much like her son, Granolah. Cerealians were known to be a race of great snipers who work as bounty hunters and they have special powers thru their right eye, which allows them to see things that were not easily seen by other mortals.
Muezli was a victim of domestic violence by her cruel mate named Flayk. Every night, Flayk would return to his family on Planet Cereal from his work as a bounty hunter, he would get himself drunk with alcohol and would let out his frustrations of his failure to impress his bosses to his family. He would gladly beat his 'useless' wife and his 'even more useless' young son. Aside from that, his earnings would be wasted on gambling and his other addictions, like illegal drugs, entertainment nightclubs, and bordellos filled with prostitution.
One day, Muezli heard from one of her Cerealian neighbors the Urban Legend about the God of Destruction. That night, when Flayk went home and rampaged about another failure, he took out his frustrations by wallopping the helpless Muezli, who was simply no match against the strength of her crazed husband. Their only son, Granolah, who was seven years old at the time, saw the violence his father was inflicting on his mother. When Flayk took an empty bottle of alcohol and smashed it, he tried to use its broken shard to rip apart his wife's beautiful face. Granolah tried to stop his father but ended up becoming the new target of Flayk's wrath.
Granolah lost his right eye in that incident. His father had mercilessly smashed that bottle shard into his face. The pointed shard had pierced right through Granolah's right eye, making him bleed. His father didn't even show any remorse for what he did to his son, saying the boy was bad luck in his life and told them to get lost before going to bed.
Muezli took her boy into her arms to bring him to a nearby medical bay. But because they had no money, the heartless doctors didn't admit them at all.
Resenting her husband, Muezli summoned the God of Destruction for help. She asked Vegeta if he could heal Granolah but the destroyer deity said that it was not in his job description to heal people.
"My job is only to destroy," he told her.
Then Muezli asked if he could teach Flayk a lesson for her instead.
"I cannot interfere in the affairs of mortals unless it involved a duty I had to do. If you wish for me to destroy your mate in exchange for your existence at the time of your death, then I will gladly do it." Vegeta responded.
Muezli hesitated for Granolah's sake. She couldn't bear to think that her son would live his life alone if she made the contract with the God of Destruction. She told Vegeta that she would think about it and the God of Destruction left her to decide her fate.
An alien visitor from Planet Namek saw the mother and child and felt bad after seeing their injuries. After hearing their devastating story, the Namekian named Monaito told them to come with him to his home so he could heal them. He offered the pair a place to stay so they could hide from the ruthless Flayk.
Several days later after that encounter, Planet Cereal was invaded by a group of mercenaries, the Heeters Clan consisting of four siblings led by the eldest brother, Elec. They went specifically to find Muezli and Granolah. The Heeters revealed that they hired Flayk as their slave because he owed Elec a lot of money and now that Flayk had betrayed them and ran away to hide somewhere, the Heeters were planning to hunt for the blood of both Muezli and Granolah.
Monaito led Muezli and a sleeping Granolah out of Planet Cereal to go to Planet Namek, only for Granolah to scream bloody murder when he realized that they were leaving the planet he called his home. The noise he made caused a ruckus and the Heeters were able to track them down.
Muezli knocked Granolah out, threw him into the Namekian's spaceship, and asked Monaito to take him away to whatever Planet he was talking about. She would go ahead and distract the Heeters to save her son. Monaito followed her orders and left Planet Cereal with the unconscious Granolah.
Elec, Gas, Oil, and Macki found Muezli alone in the forest. Elec asked where she hid her son, Muezli said that she threw the boy away because he was useless to her, a stroke of bad luck to her life, which reminded her of that damn Flayk. It was a lie to save her beloved son, of course. Gas, the youngest of the siblings, saw through the lie and said that he will hunt Granolah down and kill him right before her eyes. In her anger, Muezli attacked the Heeters.
She was killed instantly by Elec with a single shot of his pistol gun.
Vegeta abruptly appeared before the Heeters to send Muezli's soul to the afterlife. He was dangerously and quietly angry, disappointed that the contract with Muezli wasn't signed at all.
Elec, Gas, Oil, and Macki demanded who this sudden intruder was. Just who the hell is this guy to meddle on their business?
"I am your destruction."
That was what the furious Vegeta told them, without even bothering to look at them.
When the Heeters Clan laughed at his absurd words, Vegeta had demonstrated to them a peek of his godly power over death and devastation by causing the planet to rumble as if due to its boiling wrath, calling out the spirits of the Cerealians the Heeters have mercilessly killed that day and allowed them to haunt Gas, the one whom Elec was proud about using as his tool for destruction to get what he wants, and the one responsible for all the innocent deaths on this planet, for the rest of his life.
Devastated by what happened to their strongest and youngest brother, Elec roared as he furiously and blindedly shoot his pistol at Vegeta out of his rage, but he was effortlessly defeated by the God of Destruction even with his shrewd and calculating mind.
Oil and Macki knew they were powerless so they decided to stand down. Vegeta had warned them to stop their evil deeds, else he will return to give them their final divine punishment, unless someone would wish for their destruction. After that, he left the Heeters to decide their fate.
Years passed by and Gas turned into a crazy psychopath for being haunted by the spirits of the Cerealians he had mercilessly killed, while Elec was completely devastated by the fact that he was defeated so easily. Elec always prided himself for having the greatest strategic and business mind in the universe, his vast knowledge of the usage of deadly weaponry, and his overwhelming strength second to that of Gas', and he will never accept anyone being greater than he is or anyone from his clan. With Gas' worsening condition, Elec led the rest of the Heeters Clan with the intent to find out who that damn guy who did this to his younger brother was. They searched through several galaxies, but there seems to be no information about him at all. Nobody they asked knew about the guy, though a wise man, an intergalactic intel named Zuno, who claimed to know everything about the Multiverse, suspected that they probably have gotten into the bad side of their Universe's God of Destruction. Oil and Macki heard of the Urban Legend, but they believed him to be just a mere fictional character so they couldn't entirely believe the intel's words at first.
"The God of Destruction of our Universe happened to be the strongest and one of the most fearsome deities in the Multiverse. It was terrible of you to have gotten over his bad side," Zuno told them with an indifferent demeanor.
"Have you met him, this God of Destruction? What is his name?" Macki asked.
"To answer your question, you should give me another kiss."
Macki, the only female among the Heeters siblings, fumed in disgust as she reluctantly planted a kiss on the oversized guy.
"No, I haven't met him. And even if I know his name, it is taboo to speak of it. It has become synonymous with death and destruction, and I wouldn't want my existence to be destroyed for merely speaking his name." Zuno revealed.
"Hey, that's not fair!" Macki complained, spitting in disgust at being deceived into giving the ugly, obese man three kisses already.
"If you wish to know this, why don't you ask him yourself?" Zuno suggested.
While reluctant to believe that they just pissed a certain God of Destruction, Oil and Macki decided to confirm this by looking for the steps in doing the ritual through the Universal Wide Web, and were fascinated to see a seemingly ancient illustration of what the God of Destruction from the Urban Legend looked like. They couldn't believe their eyes at the uncanny similarity of the man who appeared before them to the one depicted in the drawing. Intrigued by their discovery, Oil and Macki tried summoning the God of Destruction during the hours of total darkness several times, only for no one to show up. Vegeta had been deliberately ignoring their calls, knowing that they only intend to waste his time. However, when Elec tried to summon him on his own and still didn't show up, the eldest Heeters clan member called him a spineless coward. Angered and terribly insulted by such a disrespectful attack to his pride as a warrior, Vegeta accepted the call and he appeared before the three fascinated Heeters siblings.
"So you have finally decided to show yourself, Hakaishin-sama," Elec said with an evil leer. He spoke of the God of Destruction's title with a seemingly mocking tone, causing Vegeta's angry scowl to deepen due to the utter disrespect this pathetic mortal was showing him.
"What do you want now, Elec? Want another bitter taste of defeat? It seems that you and your stupid clan haven't taken my advice the last time," Vegeta sneered, a fearsome sound which would have made anyone fear for their lives, but Elec was a fool for he doesn't seem to care about that. He wanted justice for his little brother.
"I still haven't forgotten what you did to Gas. I want vengeance!" Elec declared.
The nerve of this mortal to challenge him astounded Vegeta, and he laughed, "Oh, so you puny little mortal think you can beat a God of Destruction in battle. Just to let you know, I am the best prodigy this Universe had ever seen and that fact had remained unchanged for more than a thousand years. You pride yourself for being a shrewd, calculating tyrant, too bad that I'm better than you."
"Then I guess it is time for me to take that title from you!" Elec roared as he, Oil, and Macki teamed up to charge at Vegeta, who stood confidently at the middle of the room, not even bothered by their attempt to kill him.
It had been five years since the Heeters were first defeated by Vegeta, and they trained hard and believed that they have gotten more powerful than before. Yet, despite that, they were still no match against the man who called himself the God of Destruction of this Universe. Vegeta simply dodged and blocked most of their attacks with ease, before he flicked his fingers at their foreheads, sending them all barreling to the other side of the room and utterly defeated.
"So you are indeed a God of Destruction. No wonder why we could not defeat you," Elec said, finally admitting his defeat.
"Naturally," Vegeta snorted.
"Say, if I make a contract with you, do you think you could teach me how to destroy anyone or anything that gets in my way from their existence?" asked Elec.
Vegeta's cold, dark raven eyes bored into him as he said icily, "So you wish to learn the power of Destruction, huh? I can tell that you want to destroy both Flayk and his son, and that person who took the boy away because you think they are a nuisance to you. You hired the boy after learning he was making quite a name for himself as a great bounty hunter, secretly planning to destroy him, for you see him as both useful to you and as a threat to you. You plan to destroy him by your own hands with the power of destruction. And then you are planning to use it against me."
Elec staggered backward, "You can read my mind?" he gasped in complete disbelief at the fact that the God of Destruction knows exactly what he was planning to do.
"I am hearing your thoughts to be exact," he said. "Too bad though, because this power is only meant for a God of Destruction and I am not looking for a protégé nor a successor to my mantle. Plus, the way you think and act, you will never wield such special divine power, much less use it against me. You may pride yourself of your shrewd and calculating intelligence, but you will never hold a candle against me or anyone among the level of deities. You and your siblings are only meant to be destroyed by me one day."
"Then why aren't you destroying us now?" Elec asked.
"Because the way you are being so delusional to think that you could beat me was quite entertaining. Yes, that hatred you harbor for me is intriguing. Plus, there is something more interesting stirring up ahead of you."
"What is that?"
Vegeta grinned, "Destruction," he responded.
"How about if I ask you to destroy those against us, you can do it, right?" Elec asked.
"I can destroy that Flayk bastard for you, in exchange for your existence, of cour-"
"-Include his damn son and that Namekian!"
Vegeta's eyes seemed to grow even colder when Elec shouted at him that way. And that look in his eyes made Elec shut his mouth as he felt a chilling sensation brush through his spine. Vegeta tilted his head to the side, looking like a child viciously thinking whether he should crush this stupid ant in one go or slowly torture it to death first.
"You got some nerve to speak to me like that when it was you guys who have sinned against the boy. Learn your place, you stupid mortal, or I will destroy you here and now." Vegeta growled at him with a terrifying tone that could make entire civilizations tremble in fear of his seething wrath.
Elec simply swallowed back as he lowered his eyes and apologized, "My apologies for my behavior, Hakaishin-sama."
Vegeta turned his back away from Elec's self-made throne. His eyes still cold and unforgiving.
"I will not destroy Muezli's son or the Namekian unless they did something unforgivable according to my judgment. Flayk, on the other hand, is another matter. When you enter a contract with me, I shall bestow my divine punishment to him. In this process, he will cease to exist in this world. That means he will disappear forever, body and soul. He will never pass over, be sent to the afterlife, or will be given the chance to go to heaven, hell, or even be revived or be reincarnated. He will also be forgotten by mortals as if he had never existed in this world. Before creation, comes destruction. This is how the balance of this universe works. But if one's existence is destroyed when it's not yet its due time because of a request made to the God of Destruction, this creates a discrepancy in that balance. In order to keep the normality, the cause must suffer the same fate as the other. It basically means that once it is time for you to die, I will destroy your soul just as I did to the one you wished for me to destroy. Of course. You can decide whether you go through this or not. Once you have made your decision, focus your mind on the destruction of Flayk and call me by my name."
It had been 35 years since Vegeta's last encounter with Elec and he never heard anything from him since he had news about him hiring Granolah to do their dirty works. The last Cerealian had made a great name for himself as a bounty hunter, a prodigy in shooting and archery. He was trained to fight by the people from Planet Namek, who had adopted him. Granolah grew up to be a strong warrior who worked for the Heeters. He would pursue criminals and fugitives across the Universe and drag them to the Galactic Police to snag off the hefty reward in their heads. He will take the rewards to the Heeters and share and divide the prize amongst themselves. Granolah seemed to be a man of justice, who keeps peace amongst the worlds he visited, as probably influenced by his Namekian adopters, though he does this to survive and have compensation for his job.
~Present Day~
"I can still tell that Granolah doesn't know that Elec was the one who killed his mother and that he ordered for his father to be hunted and executed," Vegeta told Whis.
"Yes, I'm sure Monaito-san hid the truth from him for a reason," Whis responded.
Vegeta's smirk stretched, "I wonder what his reaction would be if he learns the truth."
"Monaito-san seems afraid that he would focus his mind on vengeance, that's why he never told the boy anything about his parents."
"Heh! This is rather interesting."
"Are you planning something, milord?" Whis asked, knowing what that sly look Vegeta had meant.
"Nah, I have foreseen this coming many years ago. Why else did you think I refused Elec's request that day? I didn't like those Heeters bastards and while I wanted to destroy them as soon as I first laid my eyes on them after they have killed Muezli, I held back my divine punishment for Granolah's sake."
"You wanted to give Granolah the chance to avenge his mother?"
"Yeah. For some reason, I have seen my mortal past self within Granolah. He had been serving the people who killed his parents and his entire race."
"Similar to what you have experienced with Freeza, huh?"
"Kind of. This is the reason why I will wait for him to call out to me and wish for me to destroy the Heeters. In the same process, I will destroy him as the contract states and as a divine punishment for reminding me of my past."
Vegeta was doing this kind of sneaky, evil plan again. Whis doubted that this would work considering that Vegeta did something similar with Bulma and the Earth as well and failed. Vegeta was holding back for the sake of entertaining himself and making fun of mortals, to flex his superiority and powers over death and destruction.
"Okay. I hope that this plan of yours works this time." Whis told him.
Vegeta snorted haughtily, "Of course, I will make sure of that. Now that I think about it, why don't we go and visit Elec?"
Vegeta floated behind Whis, put his left hand over his back and they took off towards the base planet of the Heeters Clan using the guide angel's hyperspace flight.
"So you have indeed given up on Bulma-san and the Earth, huh?" Whis asked this during their travel.
Vegeta scoffed at his guide angel, "What do you mean by I have given up? No! I can still hear that woman's thoughts. She couldn't get her mind off me, she thinks about me every time. It's driving her crazy."
Whis gave him an odd stare, "Hoooooh? Really?"
Vegeta scowled, "You don't believe me?"
"Considering your vanity about your looks, it looked to me as if you were just exaggerating."
"Hey now, I thought I told you she was quite an odd mortal. She should have forgotten about me the time I left the Earth but it seems she is still thinking about me. There is still this connection between us and I could feel that she would call out to me again soon."
"I still don't get why you are being so persistent about Bulma-san and the Earth's destruction. Here I thought that you have finally decided to leave them be and move on," Whis said. "Are we going through this again? You are not telling me something, Vegeta-sama. I know that there is something about them that's bothering you. Perhaps, this is the reason why Yonshir-sama decided to stay and observe." he suspected.
"You think so?"
"A multiverse level deity wouldn't bother to descend into a universe and stay if there is nothing for them to be worried about. Have you forgotten about the incident with King Mu?"
"Yeah, I know."
"That's why I advise that you make your decisions firm. I wouldn't want you to get into trouble."
Vegeta stayed silent after that. It was natural for Whis to worry about him, after all, he was the only one surviving among the two who helped raise him. Even though Whis is a male guide angel, his caring, gentle and effeminate nature made him the mother figure of his life, so Vegeta would treat his advice as such of a mother who only wanted the best for her child.
Vegeta wondered if Yonshir saw about the bond he shared with that Earthling woman that's why she came here to see and observe his movements and decisions. Considering her words in the sushi restaurant and how she was friendly towards Bulma, Vegeta felt a little worried that the goddess might do something unexpected for him and Bulma.
"Be careful, Vegeta-chan. This could become your greatest test yet."
And he was thankful for the lucky stars that he had that odd ability that made his thoughts impenetrable. He wouldn't want anyone else to know about that bond he had with that woman.
He was curious about what kind of great test it was enough for even a multiverse level deity like Yonshir to come down here and warn him about it.
"Is something the matter, Granolah?" the Artificial Intelligence attached to Granolah's eyepatch asked.
Granolah was traveling in space back to the base of the Heeters clan after he was done with his mission to retrieve some kind of mineral called 'Ahshi' supposed to fetch them a good price. This mineral is only found on Planet Inoshishi so he went all the way to that planet to take it.
"We were lucky to have escaped that planet before it exploded! That was a close call." Granolah gasped. "Now that I think about it, that man from earlier, did he just destroy that planet?"
"Huh? Who are you talking about?"
"You didn't see him, Oatmeel? When we took off in the sky, there was this pair of strange men levitating in the atmosphere. One of them was a man with pink eyes, a monkey tail, and flame-shaped hair. The other was tall and wearing a maroon-colored dress."
"Hmmm... I have no idea what you were talking about," Oatmeel, the voice behind the Artificial Intelligence responded.
"Really?" Granolah gasped. He leaned over his backseat, thinking. "You know, for some reason, I felt like I have seen that man before."
"It must be your imagination," Oatmeel deduced. "You must be tired, I suggest that you go to sleep for now. I will wake you up once we are at the Heeter's base, okay?"
Granolah sighed, agreeing to the A.I. "Yeah, okay."
When Granolah woke up from his slumber, he had no idea what just happened and what he was doing on the Heeter's base planet at all. This was because after Vegeta destroyed Planet Inoshishi, his mission to retrieve that mineral from that planet was completely erased.
He got out of his spaceship, thinking that he should go and visit the Heeters to ask if there is a job for him to do. As he approached the door towards the makeshift throne room, he heard Elec talking to somebody so he decided to hold back and wait.
"Elec is talking to somebody in there," Granolah whispered to Oatmeel. "I wonder who that guy is."
He heard Elec address the mysterious man as the God of Destruction.
"Did he say the God of Destruction? What is that?" Granolah asked.
"Yo, it's been a while, Elec," the unknown man greeted Elec as if he was either a close friend or someone with a higher status than his boss.
"So what are you doing in here, Hakaishin-sama?" Elec was saying in a surprisingly unexpected tone.
"It has been thirty-five years since we last saw each other and it seems that you have forgotten about something," The other man's tone suddenly turned icy, it effectively sent a chill through Granolah's spine just by hearing him speak. It sounded quite calm, but it simmered with intense rage and bloodlust, as if the guy would snap anytime, lose control, go berserk, and destroy them all.
"Yes. I forgot about calling out to you. I have decided not to because I realized that I -,"
"-Oh, I didn't come here for that. After all, I haven't told you what my name is, so I understand why you couldn't call out to me to do the job of destroying that man for you anyway. I know exactly what you did to the terms you have stated, and how you decided to do it on your own instead of asking me for help. I preferred it that way because you only made this game a little more entertaining to me."
"What... What do you mean by that?!" Elec asked anxiously, uncomfortable for some reason. Granolah wondered why. This was the first time he had seen Elec, the man who claimed to be the most powerful man in the Universe, be this terrified.
"Didn't I tell you that I will be your destruction before? I met one of your lackeys earlier today and I realized that he was unaware of what you did to him in the past. I wonder though, what do you think will happen if he learns the truth, hm?" the mysterious man paused for a moment before he continued. "Shh... I will shut your mouth if I were you. Someone might be listening to us and your destruction might come sooner than you expected."
Hearing this, Granolah staggered backward in terror. Just based on the voice of that other man, he could very well be dangerous and cruel, possibly more than his boss. Not wanting to be involved in whatever they were doing, he quickly ran back to his spacejet and took off, deciding to return to his home on Planet Namek, and forget about taking any jobs from the Heeters for now.
Vegeta was listening to something Elec couldn't hear and he let out an amused smile before whispering to himself, "Just as I thought."
He turned his attention back to Elec, planted his fists over his hips, and smiled, "Well, it seems I've got some work to do," Vegeta told him. "You should thank your damn lucky stars to be spared from Destruction once again. But heed my warning, Elec. Your destruction will fall upon you very soon. So you better prepare yourself for your divine punishment."
After that, Vegeta walked behind his attendant and grabbed his shoulder once again. "See you around!" he told his goodbye to Elec and he's gone into space once again with his guide angel, leaving the Heeters' base castle crumbling and cracking.
"I told you she can't get her mind off me," Vegeta told Whis, giggling.
"Hmmm..." Whis murmured.
"Anyways, did you see his face when I told him about Granolah? That fool, Elec, was completely terrified! Ahahahahahahaha!"
Vegeta was the only one who thinks it was funny to make fun of mortals' terrified looks though, as Whis simply sighed in disinterest. Suddenly, Vegeta's laughter died down, his expression turned cold and displeased for a minute or two before he smirked once more.
"Ah... That Earth woman just decided on something quite unexpected," he grinned.
"I don't know if you are pleased or displeased about it, milord," Whis said, noticing his quick change of mood.
The God of Destruction shrugged, "Maybe both. This plan of hers is interesting in some way and I'm curious how long she would last."
"You should be careful about it. Remember the saying 'curiosity killed the cat'?" the guide angel warned.
"Worry not, Whis. Perhaps, this would finally lead to something more interesting like the destruction of Earth. Plus, I am an immortal god, nothing will ever kill me," then his smirk suddenly turned into a childish pout, "And I'm not a cat."
Whis stifled his laughter, "Okay... I didn't mean that literally." he giggled.
Vegeta's eyes brightened up in excitement, "I know! When we get there, get me lots of Maguro Nigiri! I've been craving for it so much since all those food you have recommended me paled in comparison to that."
Whis chuckled lightly, his young master really couldn't get over his favorite food of all time. "Alright, I understand. Anything to make your mood lighten up, milord. You've been really cranky these past three weeks so I am glad to see that you're feeling a bit better."
Vegeta simply snorted back at him.
And so, Earth shall welcome its destruction once again as Vegeta makes his descent to the ill-fated planet.
Bulma sighed in relief that her sister, Taitsu was finally in a stable condition after that heart-pounding news of her cardiac arrest this morning. The doctors did whatever they could to keep her sister's heart beating and now they were back to her private room. Bulma watched at her still comatose sister in the bed, several machines were attached to her body to keep her alive. Bulma's heart broke at the pitiful condition of her once lively and beautiful sister. Taitsu was a highly creative individual who loved creating and writing stories for a living. She also had this odd obsession with aliens and fantasy so most of her novels revolved around sci-fi and fantasy. Bulma missed those days when she would be the first one her sister would share her manuscript with, the one she would excitedly drag and treat to a coffee shop just to make her listen to her ideas and ask her opinions. Bulma's interests were more on inventing machines and studying medicine at that time so she would force herself to listen, read and comment to satisfy her sister.
Bulma never thought that one day, she would long for those times. Her blue eyes filled with helpless tears and regret. If only her sister was well, then life would have been easier for her. There will be someone who would be there for her, who would share in her miseries, and would always be there to help her get up and rise from their devastating situations.
Her sister was her only remaining family and the person she loved the most right now. Could it be that the incident today was caused by her irresolution to decide for her wish?
"If I don't make my decision, are you going to destroy me?"
"If you make your decision, I will destroy this world, and that includes yourself. If you don't make your decision, I will have to destroy you either way. But perhaps, threatening your loved ones will make this contract more favorable to me. So let's just say that if you don't make your decision, then the person you love the most shall be destroyed."
"Ha! My parents are dead. My sister's in a coma. Do you think you can threaten me by that?"
"Of course, but are you sure about that? You might regret it sometime later. Don't say I didn't warn you.
"I've had enough games and I'm quickly losing my patience with you. This is going to be your last chance anyway."
"Last chance?"
"You were supposed to die during this time but I chose to spare you and your sister from this fate because, at that moment, I knew that you would one day decide the fate of this world for me. As the deity responsible for death and devastation, I could change this fate for you. I will give you the choice. You can go on and die in here right now, or tell me to destroy this world for you. I'll be waiting.
"You better hurry up, else it would be too late for you."
"Stop! Please! Stop it! Stop!"
Bulma flinched at those memories. It had been three weeks since she last saw Vegeta Yonsei, and he had never shown himself to her since then. She knew how much she had doubted his identity despite having witnessed what he could do and learning just how dangerous he could become. She just couldn't accept that fact as real as her mind tried to be rational, seeing these things as impossibilities. She had been raised to be religious despite her scientific genius and the god she used to believe by faith was entirely different from the gods and the angel she had met. Plus, how is it possible for a mortal to summon a literal god?
So she decided to take her smartphone out to search about the God of Destruction thru the universe-wide-web and there she found some accounts about an urban legend and some sort of ritual on a website called Chillypasta. According to what she had read, one can only summon a God of Destruction during the hour of total darkness or the witching hour by offering him blood and telling him your prayers of destruction. Bulma tried to recall her own experience. She looked down at her finger, a cut she got from picking up one of the bottle shards she had broken that night. Then she recalled the odd vision of herself shown to her by Vegeta as she cried out into the sky, wishing for the world to be destroyed.
As she scanned through the creepy website, she found a rather interesting sketch of what the God of Destruction looked like and to her surprise, the one on the said drawing was indeed him.
"So it's true after all. He really is a God of Destruction, and he truly exists... And he appeared right before me because I summoned him to destroy the world..." she said breathlessly in her disbelief as she put her phone down to her lap.
So it was true that she had indeed summoned the God of Destruction to destroy this world for her, the same God of Destruction in this Urban Legend that was circling the net, though unintentionally and accidentally.
She turned her head to her sister, his words repeating in her head once again.
"So let's just say that if you don't make your decision, then the person you love the most shall be destroyed."
"Why the hell did I associate myself with you, of all deities in this universe?"
"You only have yourself to blame. I blame fate for this, and that damn, unwanted bond it created for us."
"You told me earlier that no matter what my decision is, you will still destroy me either way."
"Yeah."
"It's because of that bond, isn't it?"
"Yeah."
"Then why me? Why of all people, why me?"
"I already told you that fate chose us to be bonded together for some reason. I chose you because I wanted to rid of this bond. I never wanted to be bonded with anyone, more so to someone as insignificant as yourself."
"I don't want this bond with you either. Why do I have to be bonded to such a crazy, heartless monster like you?!"
"Fate and reality are cruel to everyone. That is the truth you have to accept."
A firm resolution and a plan came to her mind. Vegeta Yonsei was confident about his threat so Bulma will have to go and agree with his terms. If that's what he wanted, then she will do it to save her sister, herself, and their world from destruction.
She will accept this cruel reality and go with the flow fate had prepared for her.
In order for her not to lose anything, the God of Destruction Vegeta Yonsei must become the person she loves the most.
As Bulma walked through the street leading to her apartment, she found a suspicious shadow looming behind the gate of her apartment and her automatic response was to feel anxious and stagger back.
"Bulmaaaaa," a drunken voice drawled.
Bulma stepped back when she saw Yamcha, drunk and out of his mind, stepping out of the shadows. His right lower leg had a cast around it. He staggered and wobbled towards her with a stupid smile plastered across his red face.
"Bulma, my beloved girlfriend!" Yamcha drawled as he opened his arms as if to invite her to an embrace. "Please forgive me. Forgive me, my love. I didn't mean to say all those cruel words to you." he pleaded to her. "I'm so very sorry about that. Let's forget about it and start all over again. Hm?"
Then he stumbled right in front of her, falling to his knees. Bulma yelped when he wrapped his arms around her waist.
"Yamcha! Let me go!" she shouted at him, wriggling away from his grasp but his hold on her was firm and steady. She tried to push him off her with her hands. "You disgust me! Do you honestly think I'll forgive you for what you've done?! You have humiliated me not just in front of my co-workers but through the media as well!"
Yamcha reared his head in his shock.
"You saw that?" he gasped.
"Of course, I did!" she screamed furiously, smacking his head.
"Ooh, I didn't mean to say that. Tomorrow morning I will call for a press conference to take all that I have said back! Just please, please! Let's be together again. Please, my love, my darling. My one and only."
Yamcha leaned his head just right in front of Bulma's lower abdomen, sniffing. She squirmed again when she heard Yamcha groan. He grabbed the cheeks of her butt with his hands and started to rub them against her jeans.
"No, Yamcha! Leave me alone!" she screamed at him, squirming.
Yamcha groaned as he lowered his head closest to her womanhood. Suddenly, he pulled her down to her knees, making her yelp. Bulma gazed at him in disgust as he smooched towards her.
"Stop! Stop it you jerk! Leave me alone!" she yelled, pushing his disgusting lips away from her. But he was persistent.
"Yamcha! Snap out of your senses, would you?! You're just drunk! Go home and leave me alone!"
"Not until you give me what I want, babe."
Yamcha forced Bulma to take his lascivious kiss. Bulma groaned in disgust as she desperately pulled her face away from his lustful advances but she was powerless against him.
In her mind, she wondered if she should just allow Vegeta to destroy this fool for her. She just wanted to rid of him from her life.
"No! Yamcha! Get off me! Why don't you just get out of my life?!" Bulma screamed.
Suddenly, she was free from Yamcha's grasp.
Her sudden freedom from Yamcha's shockingly lewd actions caused Bulma to feel distraught. What the hell just happened? Where did Yamcha go?
While she was thankful that she was saved, the way she felt a familiar jolt within her chest caused her to feel even more freaked out.
Not far away from her, she could feel a terrifying presence, radiating with the powerful and pulsing rage of a deity feared by the universe for his destructive power over everything that exists in this cosmos. She turned her eyes to where she could sense that fearsome presence and found Vegeta Yonsei effortlessly lifting Yamcha in the air. His eyes were deadly and murderous, glowing an ominous magenta as he glared at Yamcha.
"Vegeta!" she gasped, calling out for his name.
"Tell me, woman... Should I destroy this bastard?" Vegeta growled, a sound so animalistic it made the hair on Bulma's nape stand in fright of what the God of Destruction was planning to do to her ex-boyfriend.
Vegeta turned his eyes to her, his fierce snarl curling up into a completely malicious grin.
"Is that what you want for me to do? You said you want him out of your life. Is that right?"
"What?! No! No way! A foolish jerk like him isn't worth my soul and existence! I will never waste it for someone like him!" Bulma told him.
"I see," Vegeta told her. "Then should I rid of him in another way? Something more devastating than destruction itself."
Bulma wondered what he meant by that, feeling that he would do something even worse than what she saw him do to Himawari Maeda. She was about to open her mouth to stop him when Vegeta suddenly said: "Isn't that right, darling? My Bulma?" with an abrupt change in his expression. His earlier fearsome glare shifted to a sudden sweet and loving one.
"Wha... What?" she uttered with a dumbfounded stare, jaw-slacked.
Vegeta's sweet smile widened.
"I've been waiting for you to get home, my Bulma! I got lots of presents for you from abroad!" he told her as happy as he could.
Bulma tilted her head, still confused, "Huh? Abroad?"
"I also brought your favorite food, hmm... Strawberries, right?"
"How the hell did you-?"
"I heard the first thing that came to your mind when I said your favorite food," he sent her telepathically. "Just go on and join the ride, you idiot."
"I would have done that already if you weren't such a terrible actor."
Vegeta's expression froze at that.
"I know. How dare you, woman?! Is this how you will repay me for saving your damn ass!"
Vegeta turned his attention back to Yamcha who was going blue as he effortlessly lift him with one hand. His smile was more sarcastic and fake.
"Hmmm... I see. So this weakling should be the bastard that you've been talking about, huh?" he said. "Maybe I should break his other leg to teach him a lesson to never come back and bother us again."
"Stop it, Vegeta!" Bulma ordered him.
Vegeta dropped Yamcha to the ground.
"Hey, Bulma! What the hell is the meaning of this? Just who the hell is this guy, huh?!" Yamcha demanded as he pitifully pulled himself up.
"This is-" Bulma tried to say something but Vegeta answered the question for her.
"I am her mate!"
Bulma blushed at that. Mate doesn't sound right to her. Vegeta heard her shameful thoughts so he decided to correct himself.
"-Soulmate, I mean! The one whose soul is bonded to her since the beginning of time. What is it to you?" Vegeta told Yamcha proudly as if he knew what he was talking about.
"Wha-?!" Yamcha said with his jaw dropped in astonishment, turning his head to Bulma's direction. "You... How dare you do this? Did you just break up with me just for you to be with this crazy guy?!"
Bulma shrugged her shoulder, embarrassed. "Uhh..."
Yamcha was about to open his mouth to be more dramatic about his breakup with her when he suddenly froze. He just felt something within his heart jolt powerfully. Seemingly hypnotized by the power the God of Destruction held on him, he turned his blank eyes back to Vegeta, who snarled at him venomously.
"From the moment she was born, she already belonged to me. She's never been yours, to begin with. Now, the next time you would dare to speak ill of her or even touch a single strand of her hair against her wishes, I will make sure that you will suffer your divine punishment of destruction in the most grueling ways possible!" Vegeta pushed Yamcha back. "Now, get out of here before I change my mind about destroying you from your miserable existence!"
In a deep, powerful trance, Yamcha staggered away from Bulma and Vegeta.
Bulma let out a shaky breath, before she turned her eyes to Vegeta.
"So what are you doing in here again? I don't remember calling out to you." she asked him.
"Is that how you apologize to someone you slapped and say thank you to the one who saved your life, thrice?" Vegeta asked her with a sardonic smirk.
"I never asked for your help," she grumbled.
"Didn't you? And here I thought I heard you asking yourself if you should just let me destroy him so you could rid of him out of your life."
"You heard that?!"
"Of course I did. The bond, remember?" Vegeta stated in as a matter-of-fact tone as if the answer to her question was already obvious.
Bulma blushed and she buried her face on her palms. "Ah, yes. So are you going to bother me about destroying the world again?"
"Well, if that's what you want, then let's do it then."
"No! Stop it!"
Vegeta laughed at her reaction before he turned serious.
"Relax, woman. I will not destroy the Earth, unless you want me to do it. I only came in here because you called out for me to rid of him for you. I did it the way you want it so I guess my job here is done. I'll see you around when you finally need me to destroy the Earth."
As Vegeta walked away from Bulma, he heard her thoughts about him and all of it made him confused all of a sudden, causing his brows to furrow in puzzlement.
"Wait!" she halted him from his steps before he could even think about what those thoughts of hers meant.
Suddenly, Vegeta heard some kind of indecision from her, and then an indomitable resolve. This made Vegeta feel a little terrified of her and he regretted ever saying about the bond to her.
"You said we're bounded together by fate, right?" Bulma suddenly asked him.
Vegeta nodded reluctantly, "Yeah..." he responded awkwardly, now feeling threatened by her question. Just what is that plan she has in her strange mind all about now?
He had no other choice then.
As Vegeta's eyes flashed a glowing magenta around his black pupils while he used his godly powers to erase Bulma's memories of what he just told her about them and the cursed bond they shared together, she suddenly stepped up towards him, reaching out her hands to grab at his face and pulled him towards hers.
Then she unexpectedly pressed her lips against his, causing the pinkish-red glow of Vegeta's irises to fade back to its normal onyx color as he was taken aback by surprise. Had she once again completely nullified his powers against her, breaking through his mind control and acting on her own impulse? Just as how she did before?
When Bulma finally pulled away from that stunning kiss, she told him with a smirk as she gazed at his wide, onyx eyes, "Let's live and be bounded together then. I will be yours and you will be mine from now on. And while we are doing so, I will change your mind about how you view humans and the Earth, and I will probably teach you a thing or two about how amazing we humans are as well."
Vegeta heard her thoughts, first of the many things she wanted him to make him understand, things she wanted to teach him, and then thoughts of revenge against her ex-boyfriend. Of how she wanted to make him pay and regret on what he'd done to her. He imagined it would be interesting to see because he didn't like that man either, so he gave her an evil leer, drawing closer to her until his lips was over her left ear.
"Now that is a request I will make sure you will regret, woman." he whispered in a voice that made Bulma felt goosebumps crawling all over her fair-white skin.
Then Vegeta ran one of his hands on the back of her head, pulled her towards him to give her another but fiercer kiss, ravaging through her lips with heated passion that Bulma never felt with Yamcha. Now, that question in her mind about how it would feel to be kissed by him three years ago was answered.
Vegeta smirked at hearing her thoughts, remembering the times she wondered about how it felt to kiss him three years ago. He swore that he will make Bulma learn what it meant when mortals say 'Be careful what you wish for' the hard way.