Quitela was truly infuriated, his entire body trembling slightly.
Do not wave that thing around near my mouth!
"Crack crack crack!"
Unable to bear it any longer, Quitela had no choice but to bite off another section of the iron rod, using it to stop their teasing.
"See, isn't this fun?" Raditz showed the iron rod to Nappa, his face full of pride.
Nappa looked utterly confused, blinking his eyes.
What are you playing?
And... what is the origin of this "mouse" that's stuck? Its teeth are so sharp.
This is a rod made of refined iron!
Moreover, this type of metal has very high toughness.
He actually bit a piece off in one bite?
"Raditz, your turn." Soya grinned at Raditz, a flicker of slyness flashing in his eyes.
Raditz quickly stepped forward, wearing a mischievous expression, looking at Soya expectantly.
Soya pulled out a small tube of mustard, his smile growing even brighter, his eyes sparkling with the gleam of a successful prank.
Seeing the mustard, Raditz shuddered violently and gulped.
Boss, if you play like this, I think we can play for an entire day.
The two turned their backs to Quitela, secretly squeezing the entire tube of mustard onto the iron rod, their movements concealed and swift.
Then, Soya and Raditz exchanged a smile, their eyes both filled with anticipation.
Soya directly placed the mustard-coated iron rod near Quitela's mouth, again swishing it back and forth, deliberately provoking him.
"Will this ever end! You'd better pray I'm trapped here forever!" Quitela trembled with anger, his voice somewhat distorted.
This guy is too detestable!
When I get out, I will definitely make you wish you were dead!
Now, Quitela was already silently thinking of ten thousand ways to torture Soya and Raditz.
Just you two wait.
And that guy with the spiky hair, his name is Vegeta, right?
Even though you didn't play, since you're watching the show over there, I'll torture you all the same.
Finally, there's this guy called Nappa.
If it weren't for you, my grandson wouldn't have been swapped over here to be bullied.
None of you will escape!
"Hurry, open your mouth." Raditz urged from the side, his tone carrying a hint of excitement.
Quitela tightly closed his mouth, trembling with anger, his lips pressed into a thin line.
Soya held the iron rod, continuously swishing it near Quitela's mouth, even deliberately poking his lips lightly with the rod's tip.
Quitela was truly furious, could no longer hold back, and suddenly bit down hard, wishing he could bite Soya's hand off as well.
Then, Quitela suddenly felt the taste in his mouth was off, an intense pungent spiciness instantly flooding his entire mouth.
It was completely different from the taste before.
What is this thing?
The next second, Quitela's body suddenly stiffened, a chill shot from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head, his eyes instantly widening into perfect circles.
Immediately, Quitela resembled a dog that had been spiced, constantly sticking out his tongue, tears streaming down, his nose beginning to twitch, his expression both comical and wretched.
Seeing this scene, Soya and Raditz could no longer hold back, bursting into uproarious laughter, laughing so hard they doubled over.
"Hahaha... this is just too fun!"
"You... what did you feed me?" Quitela cried out in anger and frustration, sticking out his tongue and panting, while asking furiously, his voice becoming somewhat hoarse from the spiciness.
"Was it tasty?" Soya chuckled gleefully, looking at Quitela's wretched state, feeling immensely pleased inside.
Quitela trembled all over with anger, his lips and tongue already numb, the fiery, burning sensation shooting straight to his brain.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1009!"
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1009!"
Just you wait!
Once I break free from this thing.
I'll make you pay!
I will definitely make you taste something ten thousand times spicier than this!
"Boss, give him some more, I don't think he's had enough." Raditz jumped up and down excitedly, rubbing his hands together with anticipation, wanting to do it again.
Soya took out another tube of mustard, squeezing it all onto the iron rod without hesitation.
Then, Soya extended the mustard-covered iron rod to Quitela's mouth, deliberately waving it in front of his lips.
Quitela was so angry that his pupils were filled with red blood vessels, veins bulging on his forehead, yet he was helpless, could only watch as that iron rod waved before his eyes.
"Open your mouth obediently, you'll have to open it again later anyway." Soya said with a laugh, his tone full of mockery.
"Negative emotional value from Quitela +1009!"
"Crack crack crack!"
Quitela quickly opened his mouth, viciously bit off a section of the iron rod, and then spat it out at an extremely fast speed, as if the iron rod was some scalding hot potato.
Although Quitela spat it out quickly, he was still choked by the pungent spiciness of the mustard, his throat burning fiercely.
Seeing this, Soya and Raditz laughed hysterically, laughing so hard their stomachs hurt, unable to straighten up, tears almost laughing out.
"Very well, you have thoroughly enraged me now, I will let you know what fate awaits those who provoke a God of Destruction!" Quitela was truly boiling with anger, his voice becoming hoarse with rage.
"You've said that several times already, what can you do to us?" Raditz snorted, his face full of disdain, "I'll wiggle my butt to annoy you."
Saying this, Raditz turned around, wiggling his butt at Quitela, his movements exaggerated and comical.
Quitela truly felt immense fury, his chest heaving violently, once again attempting to break free from the flying cube's confinement.
Just from a slight attempt, Quitela felt his destructive energy seemed to be sucked away by something, utterly unable to resist, his body still firmly stuck.
Soya and Raditz played for a full three more hours, until they had used up all the rods and similar things they had on them, before reluctantly stopping for now.
"Boss, let's find a place to replenish our supplies first." Raditz licked his lips, suggesting, his eyes still sparkling with the excitement of play.
"You're right." Soya nodded, agreeing.
"Whoosh!"
Soya controlled the flying cube, flying towards the direction of Planet Sadala, the cube transforming into a stream of light, traversing through the universe.
Cold sweat dripped down Vegeta's face, his eyes full of shock.
Wait...
You were playing around, but was this cube barely moving just now?
Is this now the cube's real speed?
So, for the past three hours, this cube was crawling at a snail's pace?
Vegeta was truly speechless, clicking his tongue inwardly.
If I had known, I would have played with them.
It looked really fun!
Unfortunately, I refused at the very beginning.
Vegeta felt some regret in his heart, his eyes occasionally glancing towards Soya and Raditz, carrying a hint of envy.
The flying cube continued moving forward, stars around it rapidly receding backwards.
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