"You don't need to be so formal. Given my relationship with the other you, now that I've seen what's happening here, it's only natural for me to lend a hand."
Gran glanced at the young, beautiful "cat caretaker" beside him.
???
Future Bulma froze for a moment. So it was because of her other self that this mysterious Saiyan had chosen to help?
Hearing this, the younger Bulma lifted her chin slightly, unable to hide her smug expression.
Hmph, at least he knows how to show some appreciation. Risking my life to pull him out of that space rift wasn't for nothing, she thought to herself.
Then she hurried over, grabbing Future Bulma's hand as she began explaining Gran's background:
"I heard that in your timeline, only Gohan and the others are left among the Saiyans, right? But it's completely different in mine."
"There are plenty of Saiyans in my timeline—and of course, the strongest among them is Gran."
"Lord Gran… he's a disciple of the God of Destruction, Beerus, and the angel Whis…"
Her voice echoed softly through the ruins. Gran didn't stop her from revealing his background.
By now, dusk had fallen, and the sky was growing dim.
Gran ignored the two Bulmas chatting away and instead walked over to an open patch of ground. With a casual wave of his hand, the shattered debris scattered across the area was instantly cleared away.
He then took out a capsule, pressed it, and tossed it onto the ground.
Bang!
A warehouse materialized instantly.
Gran opened the warehouse and walked inside.
Gohan and Trunks had been listening intently to the story about Gran, but when they saw the warehouse appear, curiosity got the better of them. They couldn't help but wonder what was inside.
Not long after, Gran walked back out.
His hands were empty—but around him floated a variety of items, suspended in midair by spatial power.
Looking closer, those items were all raw ingredients—large cuts of meat and freshly caught fish.
"This is…"
Gohan and Trunks exchanged a glance, instinctively swallowing.
Ever since the Android crisis began, they hadn't had a proper meal in a long time.
"What are you two standing there for? Go inside and bring out the cooking utensils for me."
Gran tossed out another capsule—this one expanding into a kitchen.
It wasn't very large, and since he planned to prepare quite a feast, it would be inconvenient to cook inside.
"Yes, sir!"
The two of them lit up with excitement. They already knew—tonight, there would be a feast.
Meanwhile, on the other side, Future Bulma was still reeling from what she had just learned.
"So your timeline actually has gods this powerful… Does that mean gods of destruction exist in mine too?" she murmured.
"They definitely do!"
The younger Bulma held her hand firmly. "You've spent years researching time travel, so you should understand—parallel timelines tend to develop similarly. The only differences come from certain deviations in key events."
"…Right."
Future Bulma looked at her younger self and let out a long breath of relief.
"With Lord Gran here, Earth in this timeline is finally saved… Thank you for coming to help us."
"Hey, what are you saying? You're still me, after all. How could I just watch you suffer like this?"
Then the younger Bulma glanced up toward the vast starry sky, her expression turning serious.
"By the way… you need to be careful about the God of Destruction and the angels I mentioned earlier. They are the most powerful beings in the universe."
"They could wipe out entire galaxies with a sneeze. If you ever encounter them, remember—don't provoke them."
"Of course, Lord Beerus and his attendant angel do have one weakness—they absolutely love delicious food. If you ever meet them, try tempting them with good cuisine. Once you get on their good side… your life will completely change."
Future Bulma nodded repeatedly, committing every word to memory. These were survival tips—she couldn't afford to forget them.
Far away, in the God of Destruction's realm, the sleeping Beerus suddenly sneezed.
Unaware that he had just been "targeted," he sniffled, rolled over, and went right back to sleep.
"Hm?"
After processing everything, Future Bulma finally noticed the open ground ahead—it was now filled with all kinds of cooking equipment.
"What are they doing?" she asked, confused.
"Every time Gran finishes a training session, he makes himself a big meal," the younger Bulma said, licking her lips with a grin. "Looks like we're about to enjoy something truly special."
"No way… someone of his status actually cooks for himself?"
"Yep. Cooking is one of his hobbies. Back in my timeline, I often ate meals he prepared together with Lord Beerus and the others. Come on, let's go help him."
The younger Bulma pulled her along toward Gran.
By now, night had fully fallen. But with the powerful floodlights set up by the two Bulmas, the ruins were brightly illuminated.
This timeline had once been one of utter despair. Under normal circumstances, Future Bulma wouldn't even dare to step outside casually.
And yet today, she was openly moving about in the ruins—helping prepare food in the open.
All of this change… stemmed from Gran.
From time to time, Future Bulma, Gohan, and Trunks would glance at him with admiration.
Then they'd look at the younger Bulma.
Having someone like him to rely on… must be incredible.
Time passed quickly.
At last, Gran finished preparing the meal.
Tonight's feast was nothing short of extravagant—roast whole lamb, spicy boiled pork slices, fried chicken, braised fish…
Grilled, stir-fried, roasted, stewed, steamed, deep-fried—every cooking method was on display.
"S-So fragrant…"
Trunks sniffed the air repeatedly.
Gohan swallowed hard. "Even before the Android crisis, I've never seen food like this… It smells incredible!"
Future Bulma glanced at Gran, astonished. "For someone of his stature to cook like this… it's truly unbelievable."
Gran naturally heard their comments. A hint of pride flickered in his eyes.
He coughed lightly, then said:
"Today marks my first day out of seclusion after training. Consider yourselves lucky. Sit down—after dinner, I'll start training you tomorrow."
The moment he finished speaking, the three of them could no longer hold back.
They quickly took their seats.
The instant they took their first bite—
Tears streamed down their faces.
It had been far too long since they had tasted food this delicious.
Soon, the clatter of chopsticks and bowls filled the air. Gohan and Trunks devoured the dishes like starving beasts.
Even Future Bulma had long since abandoned any sense of composure.
However…
Compared to the three of them, Gran's eating speed was even more terrifying. After spending a full year in the chaotic space-time currents, he had been craving real food beyond endurance.
Seeing this, the younger Bulma simply smiled softly.
The scene before her… felt strangely warm.
END OF CHAPTER
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