...
Early the next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the window and spilled into the room.
Lying on the bed, Gran rubbed his eyes.
"Where am I…?"
He stared at the ceiling for a moment, then suddenly sat upright and looked around.
This was the same room he had stayed in during his previous visit to Earth.
"I was fighting Lord Beerus just fine… so how did I end up back here?"
Gran rubbed the back of his neck
then froze.
There was a dull soreness there.
That made it obvious.
He had been knocked out by Whis.
"..."
Gran fell back onto the bed and lay there quietly.
Last night's battle had been the most exhilarating fight he'd experienced in the past two years.
Even now, recalling it made his blood stir.
The only regret was
Three minutes was simply too short.
Gran closed his eyes, carefully reviewing the battle as well as the results of his cultivation over the past two years.
Half an hour later, he opened his eyes again.
That fight had truly benefited him immensely.
Just then, a knock sounded at the door.
"Lord Gran, it's time to get up for breakfast."
It was Bulma's bright, crisp voice.
"I'll be right there."
After washing up, Gran stepped out of the room.
The air in the courtyard was fresh, and the morning sunlight was gentle rather than harsh.
Bulma was standing there waiting.
Her skin was fair, her delicate face refined, her lips naturally tinted a soft cherry pink.
When she smiled, the corners of her mouth lifted slightly, making her look sweet and adorable.
"How do you feel wearing the gravity suit now?" Gran asked with a smile.
Even though the gravity suit looked bulky, it didn't hide her beauty at all—
instead, it gave her a strangely captivating charm.
"Much better than yesterday," Bulma replied.
She lightly clenched her small fists. Compared to yesterday, she had already begun adapting to the powerful energy within her body.
"That's good. In a few more days, once you take off the gravity suit, you can try flying."
Gran stepped into the courtyard and continued,
"Bulma, what are we eating today—"
Before he could finish, his attention was suddenly drawn to two figures lying on the grass.
Little Broly and Beerus.
"…Why are they here?"
Gran was stunned.
From the looks of it, those two had slept in the courtyard all night.
Just then, Whis walked out from another room.
"Whis, didn't you take Lord Beerus back to rest last night?" Gran turned and asked.
"Huh?"
Whis looked puzzled.
Then he saw Beerus on the ground—and his eyes widened instantly.
"Oh no… I was so focused on taking you back to rest that I completely forgot about Lord Beerus."
"..."
Gran was speechless.
They had really left Lord Beerus sleeping in the courtyard all night.
And right at that moment, Beerus seemed to be on the verge of waking up.
Cold sweat instantly poured down Gran's back.
Bulma's whole body started trembling.
If Beerus found out that no one had taken him back to his room—and that he'd spent the night on the lawn
The consequences would be disastrous.
"Whis, knock out Lord Beerus—quick!" Gran shouted anxiously.
"Alright!"
In the split second before Beerus opened his eyes, Whis flashed across the courtyard.
Bang!
Beerus collapsed unconscious once again.
"..."
Bulma let out a breath of relief, then laughed awkwardly.
"Is it… really okay to treat Lord Beerus like this?"
Gran sneered.
"What choice do we have? You know what happens when Lord Beerus gets angry—or do you want Earth destroyed?"
"There's so much good food on Earth," Bulma retorted.
"Lord Beerus wouldn't destroy it."
"..."
Gran was momentarily at a loss for words.
He couldn't even refute that.
With a huff, he said,
"Fine then. I'll wake Lord Beerus later, and you can be the one to calm him down."
"Forget it!"
Bulma immediately shrank her neck back.
She wasn't stupid.
"Exactly."
Gran had Whis take Beerus back to rest.
Then he grabbed his little junior and flew straight toward the dining hall.
"Lord Gran, wait—take me with you!" Bulma shouted anxiously.
Gran had no choice but to come back and grab Bulma as well
one in each hand, like he was carrying two little chicks.
When they reached the dining hall, Gran woke Little Broly.
"Brother Gran… it's morning already?" Broly rubbed his eyes, standing obediently in the dining hall.
"Yeah. It's morning," Gran replied with a smile.
They'd both slept in the courtyard all night, yet his junior was perfectly fine.
Compared to Beerus, Broly's temperament was far gentler.
Well… that made sense.
Broly had survived on Planet Vampa
compared to that, sleeping on an open lawn was practically luxury.
"Lord Gran, who is he?" Bulma asked, looking at Broly.
Since yesterday, she'd seen this child following Gran everywhere.
"He's not… your son, is he?"
Bulma suddenly covered her mouth, eyes wide with shock.
"What are you thinking?!" Gran shot her a glare.
"He's from the same race as Kakarot—my clansman. His name is Broly."
"Oh! I see."
Bulma knew that the Kakarot Gran mentioned was actually little Goku.
At that moment, Whis suddenly appeared in the dining hall.
"You've settled Lord Beerus properly, right?" Gran asked as he pulled Broly over to sit at the table.
"Yes. When Lord Beerus wakes up, he definitely won't realize he actually slept on the lawn all night," Whis replied with a cheerful smile.
Listening to their conversation, Bulma struggled desperately to hold back her laughter.
Lord Gran and Mr. Whis were way too devious.
"Hmm? What's this?"
Whis suddenly noticed two cans sitting at his place.
Bulma's body began shaking violently as she tried to suppress her laughter.
Last night, she had almost managed to touch the Candidate God of Destruction's abs—
but Whis had ruined everything.
"What are you laughing at?" Gran noticed her reaction and turned toward Whis.
Then he saw it.
Fermented herring!!!
"You little menace—are you trying to get yourself killed by messing with Whis?!"
Gran spun around and knocked Bulma on the head.
He rushed over to Whis and immediately tossed the cans into the trash.
Seeing this, Whis looked at Bulma with a half-smile that wasn't quite a smile.
Under his gaze, fine beads of sweat formed on Bulma's forehead.
Whis was always so gentle and elegant that she'd forgotten something crucial
This was the man who taught both Beerus and Gran.
She'd really crossed the line.
"How could I have dared…?"
"Alright," Whis said calmly, waving his hand.
"Let's start breakfast."
Today's breakfast was simple—seasoned soup with rice balls.
Even so, Whis ate with clear enjoyment.
"Gran… is Mr. Whis still angry?" Bulma asked cautiously.
"He was never angry to begin with," Gran replied.
Returning to his seat, he tasted the breakfast.
Honestly
it was just average.
"Huh?"
Bulma widened her eyes and clutched her head, looking aggrieved.
"If Mr. Whis wasn't angry, then why did you hit me?!"
"I was warning you not to mess with Whis," Gran said calmly.
He set down his bowl. The seasoned soup tasted too strange—he really wasn't used to it.
"Back then, I used to joke about making stinky tofu for Whis and Lord Beerus," he added.
"But I only dared to talk—I'd never actually do it."
Those were the two strongest beings in the Seventh Universe.
If he really tried that, he'd be dead for sure.
Especially Whis.
He might look like someone who never gets angry
but he was the truly terrifying one.
"Stinky tofu?" Bulma blinked.
She didn't know what it was, but just hearing the name made it sound awful.
Hurrying over to Whis, she bowed apologetically.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Whis."
Whis finished breakfast, wiped the corner of his mouth with a napkin, and gave a soft "Mm."
Only then did Bulma finally relax.
"Pfft!"
Gran couldn't help laughing at the scene.
This girl really was bold
bold enough to prank Whis of all people.
Changing the subject, he asked,
"Whis, how are the Seventh Universe's rankings looking now?"
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