The Sacred World of the Kai.
"Achoo... Achoo..."
Son Goku sneezed several times in a row, his nose turning red from the effort. He couldn't help but scratch his head, a look of confusion on his face.
By this time, the Supreme Kai and the others had already returned and were sitting around resting.
"Could it be that someone is talking about you?" The Supreme Kai chuckled, teasing him.
"Eh? Is it because Vegeta woke up?" Goku scratched his head, speaking thoughtfully.
"It's possible," Elder Kai mused, stroking his long beard. "Perhaps he already knows about you and Broly fusing."
"Hahaha, hasn't Vegeta always been very resistant to fusing or merging with me? So I chose Broly instead." Son Goku grinned and stepped forward to pat Broly on the shoulder, his tone relaxed. "Broly is much better; he likes fusing with me! He didn't show any resistance at all!"
"Haha, Kakaroly after the fusion is truly strong." Broly was even more excited. Recalling the battle just now, his eyes sparkled with light.
"Right? I think so too." Son Goku laughed even more happily, revealing his pearly white teeth.
The personalities of Son Goku and Broly weren't that different; both were the innocent type, so neither of them rejected the Fusion Dance or other fusion techniques at all.
The Supreme Kai, Elder Kai, and Kibito all sighed with emotion, looking at each other in amazement.
These two guys are truly something else!
They actually defeated Lord Beerus through the Fusion Dance.
That was the God of Destruction, Lord Beerus!
Although Kakaroly admitted defeat in the end, the Supreme Kai and the others could all tell that Kakaroly was letting Beerus have the win.
If they had continued fighting, Beerus would likely have lost quite miserably.
"I also want to go take a look at Lord Beerus's planet." Son Goku scratched his head, his eyes flashing with curiosity and a hint of anticipation.
Since Son Goku and Broly were in a fused state at the time, he hadn't made this request.
"Do you want to go? Broly." Son Goku turned to ask Broly, his tone carrying an invitation.
The faces of the Supreme Kai, Elder Kai, and Kibito filled with excitement, their eyes flashing with hope.
Please, just leave already. You've been staying in our Sacred World of the Kai for a long time.
Do you really think of this place as your own home?
"Not going." Broly refused decisively, shaking his head with a firm gaze.
Supreme Kai: "..."
Kibito: "..."
Elder Kai wiped the sweat from his forehead, feeling somewhat helpless.
"Well... Broly... I heard that Lord Beerus's planet has even better food! Won't you go try it?" Elder Kai poked Broly's ribs with his elbow, showing a wide grin as he tried to tempt him.
"Not going!" Broly still shook his head, his attitude resolute.
"Why won't you go? What's the point of you staying here?" Kibito finally couldn't take it anymore. He stepped forward and questioned him, his tone bordering on frantic.
"I'm used to it," Broly replied, short and to the point.
The three Kais were moved to tears, feeling like they were about to faint from frustration.
With an answer like that, we don't even know how to respond.
"Lord Supreme Kai, can you take me to Lord Beerus's planet?" Son Goku asked, his eyes full of expectation.
"That... I can't go there yet. I don't know the location," the Supreme Kai shook his head with a look of helplessness.
Son Goku: "..."
As they were talking, Good Buu suddenly opened his eyes and scrambled up from the ground. He rubbed his eyes and looked around, his gaze filled with confusion.
"Forget it, I'll take Buu back to Earth first," Son Goku mused, looking in Buu's direction.
"Goku, are you sure this guy is okay now? He might suddenly turn evil again one day!" The Supreme Kai wasn't quite at ease, his tone carrying a hint of worry.
"He won't, Lord Supreme Kai. Don't worry." Son Goku gave the Supreme Kai a reassuring look, his tone certain.
"Alright... since Goku says so, there shouldn't be any major problems." The Supreme Kai nodded and said no more.
"Buu, shall I take you back to Earth to find Mr. Satan?" Son Goku walked over and greeted Buu.
"Satan?" Buu's eyes lit up immediately, and he nodded in agreement.
Subsequently, through Instant Transmission, Son Goku took Buu back to Earth, appearing beside Gohan.
At this time, Gohan and the others had already gathered at the Lookout, waiting for Son Goku's return.
As for the matter of Majin Buu, Gohan and Krillin had already told the family members present.
Seeing Son Goku return with Buu, everyone present heightened their vigilance.
Buu made a funny face at everyone.
The people on the scene breathed a sigh of relief.
"By the way, where's Number 18? Didn't you see her?" Krillin had wanted to ask this question just now.
"Not sure, she wasn't with us." Bulma shook her head and then asked Son Goku, "Goku, what about Vegeta? Didn't he come back with you?"
"Ah... Vegeta was taken away by Lord Beerus," Son Goku replied.
"Lord Beerus? Who's that?" Bulma was slightly taken aback.
"He's the God of Destruction. Don't worry, nothing will happen." Son Goku laughed and comforted her. "Vegeta probably went with Lord Beerus to train."
"Alright then." Bulma said no more.
"Where's Satan?" Buu noticed that Satan wasn't there and quickly asked Son Goku.
"I'll look for him." Son Goku immediately released his senses, carefully searching for Satan's Ki.
Soon, Son Goku captured Satan's Ki and waved to everyone present: "I'll take Buu to find Satan first."
"Looking for my father?" Videl was slightly taken aback, asking with some surprise.
Son Goku smiled at Videl and waved goodbye.
Swish!
In the blink of an eye, Son Goku and Buu vanished from the Lookout, appearing in Satan's home the next second.
Satan was lying on the sofa at home, with a beautiful young lady giving him a massage with skilled hands.
Satan looked like he was enjoying himself, eyes closed, humming a little tune, looking completely at ease.
Seeing Son Goku and Buu suddenly appear, Satan was startled. His body jerked, and he bounced up from the sofa, his legs still crossed like a spring that had been triggered.
"Son Goku? Buu?" Satan was terrified. His face turned deathly pale in an instant, his eyes filled with horror, and he even stuttered as he spoke.
The young lady on the side was also shocked out of her wits. She let out a scream and instinctively shrank back, her hands tightly gripping the edge of the sofa, her eyes wide and round.
They seemed to have appeared out of thin air, without any warning at all.
"Satan, I've brought Buu to you." Son Goku waved at Satan with a simple smile on his face. After speaking, he vanished with a teleport, leaving only a faint ripple of energy in the air.
Satan: "..."
Satan's expression froze, his mouth twitching, the color still not returning to his face.
Wait a minute, Son Goku...
Why did you bring this guy to me?
I'm really scared, okay?
This guy was a demon who almost destroyed the world before!
"Satan..." Buu looked at Satan with excitement, his eyes sparkling like he had seen his favorite toy, his voice carrying a hint of dependence.
"Buu... you... you sit down quickly... no, lie down, I'll give you a massage." Satan hurriedly greeted him, squeezing out a smile that looked worse than crying. He scrambled to arrange for Buu to lie on the bed, fearing that being even a little slow would make him unhappy.
Buu nodded obediently and lay down on the bed. His belly rose and fell slightly with his breathing, looking quite harmless.
Satan stepped forward and used his most familiar technique to knead Buu's back. The strength was neither too light nor too heavy, and he would occasionally pinch his shoulders. His movements were quite professional.
The young lady on the side was stunned, her mouth slightly open, her eyes full of confusion.
Mr. Satan, your technique is actually that good?
But if you're giving a massage to this strange-looking fat guy, what am I supposed to do?
Will you still give me money?
"Um... Mr. Satan..." The young lady felt a bit embarrassed. She took a cautious step forward and asked in a small voice, barely audible.
"Is something the matter?" Satan looked back at the young lady, a hint of impatience in his eyes, but his hands didn't stop, still massaging Buu.
"What about me?" the young lady asked with a blush, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her clothes.
"You stay. Spend the night with me, and the two of us can do some 'studying' together." Satan grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth. He sized the young lady up from head to toe with a greedy gaze, and saliva almost started to run, dripping from the corner of his mouth onto the carpet.
"Eh? Studying what?" The young lady suddenly had a bad feeling, her brow furrowing slightly.
"I have a lot of 'study materials' there. We can watch and learn at the same time." Satan chuckled, an ill-intentioned light flashing in his eyes as he rubbed his hands together.
The young lady: "..."
As they were talking...
Bang!
With a loud crash, the door to Satan's bedroom was kicked flying. The door panel traced an arc in the air, accompanied by the whistling sound of the wind.
The door flew straight out, piercing through the wall with debris flying everywhere, and finally slammed heavily onto Buu's belly, leaving a long, shallow mark on his smooth skin, as if something had lightly scraped over it.
Buu: "..."
Buu looked down at the mark on his belly, then looked up at the doorway, his eyes full of blankness.
Satan was so scared his soul almost flew away. His body shook, and he nearly collapsed to the ground. His face was even whiter than before, his lips trembling.
What's going on?
What happened to my bedroom door?
Who has the guts to kick down my door?
Android 18 stepped inside, walking slowly from the outside.
Seeing Number 18 appear at the bedroom door, Satan's eye twitched violently as if pricked by a needle. His face instantly turned as pale as paper, and the hands that were kneading Buu's back froze, his fingertips trembling slightly.
Buu sat up from the bed, his round head turning toward Number 18, his dark, bright eyes full of curiosity, his chubby cheeks swaying slightly with the movement.
The young lady on the side shrank back in fear, her hands tightly clutching her skirt, her lips trembling, unable to say a word. She looked like she had seen a ghost.
"You... it's you?" Satan looked at Number 18 stuttering, his eyes dodging, his face turning various shades of blue and white, like a palette that had been overturned.
"Hmph, you should know why I'm here, right?" Number 18 said flatly, her arms crossed over her chest. Her tone betrayed no emotion, but her eyes were as cold as ice.
"I know, I know." Satan nodded repeatedly, his head bobbing like a Rattle-drum. "I've already prepared the money for you, every last cent!"
"That'll do." Number 18 nodded with satisfaction and took a step forward, her sneakers making a crisp sound against the floor.
"Turn into chocolate!" Buu suddenly spoke. The antenna on his head instantly flickered with purple-white electricity, like a nimble little snake, darting out and covering Number 18.
Pop!
Before Number 18 could even react, her body transformed into a piece of glossy chocolate and fell onto the carpet. The wrapping paper even retained the pattern of her clothes.
Satan was stunned, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit an egg. He looked at Buu in bewilderment, then at the chocolate on the floor, his lips trembling as a raspy "he-he" sound escaped his throat.
"I won't let anyone bully Satan." Buu pouted, his brow furrowing as he snorted. His chubby little hands were perched on his hips, looking like a protective child.
"Buu..." Satan was moved to tears. They fell like beads from a broken string, and he was too choked up to speak.
A brief silence followed.
"But Buu, didn't we agree not to kill people?" Satan scratched his head and asked cautiously, a hint of worry in his eyes.
"She's not dead; she can be changed back," Buu replied with a blink and a relaxed tone.
"Is that so?" Satan stepped forward and picked up the chocolate, turning it over in his palm to examine it. His eyes suddenly lit up like lightbulbs.
It was a human-shaped chocolate with exquisite curves, almost identical to Number 18's figure. The "clothing" patterns on it were clear, looking like fine wrapping paper.
Satan swallowed hard, a bold thought popping into his mind.
Would it be okay to take a couple of licks of the chocolate?
Forget it, forget it...
Satan quickly straightened the "clothes" on the chocolate and said to Buu, "Change her back, Buu."
"No problem." The antenna on Buu's head flickered with electricity again, covering the chocolate.
Pop!
The chocolate quickly transformed back into Number 18. She stumbled for a moment before steadying herself, her face as pale as paper.
Number 18 was truly terrified. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of her throat.
What just happened?
Buu?
This person is called Buu?
Could he be the monster that Son Goku and the Supreme Kai were supposed to deal with?
Why is he with Satan?
Did I just accidentally kick an iron plate?
"Butler, bring me 20 million!" Satan suddenly felt much more confident, shouting at the top of his lungs. His voice echoed through the villa.
The butler came crawling and rolling in, clutching a money case and panting heavily as he set it down.
Satan stepped forward personally and shoved the money case toward Number 18. With an unnatural smile and a hint of embarrassment, he said, "This is the money we agreed on. Here you go."
Number 18's mouth twitched slightly. She immediately grabbed the money case, turned around, and ran. Her sneakers made a rapid thudding sound against the floor.
Whoosh!
Number 18 flew out of the window of Satan's house, turning into a blur that quickly vanished into the skyline of Satan City.
Seeing that Buu hadn't pursued her, Number 18 finally let out a long sigh of relief, her heart settling back into place. Her palms were drenched in cold sweat.
Looking at the heavy money case in her arms, Number 18 felt a sense of gratification. At least she hadn't come for nothing.
That terrifying Majin Buu was actually at Satan's house—that was just too frightening.
...
The Sacred World of the Destruction God, Beerus' Planet.
Vegeta and Frieza stood in a tense standoff. The air between them seemed frozen by their sheer pressure. Their gazes collided, nearly throwing off sparks, and the ground around them trembled faintly.
"Very well, you two should have a spar," Beerus chuckled lightly, his arms crossed as he watched them with great interest.
"That was my intention," Vegeta said with a cold smirk, his fists clenched so tight his knuckles turned white.
"Vegeta, you'll regret this!" Frieza snorted, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes. Without further hesitation, a golden light instantly erupted from his body.
Flash!
Frieza directly entered his Golden Form. A golden aura shot into the sky, blowing away the surrounding debris.
Flash!
Not to be outdone, Vegeta's body erupted in a blue light as he transformed into Super Saiyan Blue.
The two wasted no words. With a blur of movement, they engaged in a fierce clash on the grounds of Beerus' Planet.
In an instant, dust filled the air and smoke swirled. The sound of fists and feet colliding rang out with deafening "bangs."
Their speed was like lightning. In a single moment, they had exchanged thousands of blows, trading strikes back and forth in a stalemate.
The entire Sacred World of the Destruction God suffered as well. Craters were smashed into the ground, trees were snapped in half, and many areas became shattered and incomplete.
Beerus's face darkened. Several veins bulged on his forehead, looking like little snakes slithering under his skin.
If they keep fighting like this, my planet will be ruined!
Flash!
Beerus appeared between the two in a flicker, moving so fast it was impossible to see. He extended two fingers and precisely caught the fists they were aiming at each other.
Vegeta's pupils contracted violently, his expression shifting from surprise to shock.
Frieza was also broken into a cold sweat. His back was instantly drenched, and his legs went weak, nearly causing him to kneel. He cried out in alarm, "Lord Beerus?"
"From now on... you two are only allowed to fight in your base forms. No transformations!" Beerus commanded coldly, his tone carrying an unquestionable authority.
Vegeta and Frieza looked at each other, both seeing the reluctance in the other's eyes. However, they still obediently dispersed their auras and reverted to their base forms.
Vegeta didn't find anything wrong with this.
If we're both in our base forms, I refuse to believe I can't even beat Frieza!
The two engaged in a fierce clash once more, their fists swinging with the force of a gale.
After several rounds of combat.
Vegeta was pinned by the head and slammed heavily into the ground by Frieza. With a "thud," the ground itself shook.
"Ohohoho!" Frieza stepped on Vegeta's head and let out a series of strange laughs, his face full of triumph.
Frieza hadn't laughed this happily in a long time. He felt as though every pore in his body had opened up in delight.
Vegeta was fuming with rage, a faint blue light beginning to glow from his body.
"Hmm?" Beerus snorted coldly, his gaze sweeping over.
Vegeta's mouth twitched. He hurriedly suppressed his aura and pulled back the blue light, though in his heart, he cursed Frieza a thousand times over.
"Oh my, it seems that in their base forms, Frieza still has the upper hand," Whis analyzed with a smile, his tone carrying a hint of playfulness.
"Frieza is decent enough; he's a bit more impressive than I imagined," Beerus gave a fair assessment, his tone softening slightly.
"However, this might be a bit unfair to Mr. Vegeta," Whis mused, his finger lightly tapping his staff. "Generally speaking, a Saiyan's base form is relatively weak."
"Uh..." Beerus nodded thoughtfully, agreeing with Whis's point.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Frieza unleashed a barrage of blows on Vegeta. His fists fell like raindrops, landing on Vegeta with dull thuds.
Vegeta howled in pain, tears nearly welling up, but he gritted his teeth and refused to beg for mercy.
"How about it, Vegeta? You're no match for me, Frieza!" Frieza's smile grew even more radiant as he kicked Vegeta's face with the tip of his foot. "Back then, you only killed me because of a sneak attack. Did you really think you were my match? How naive!"
Vegeta flew into a towering rage. No longer caring about Beerus's warning, a deep blue light erupted from his body like a burning phantom flame.
Flash!
Vegeta entered his Super Saiyan Blue Evolved transformation, his aura even more violent than before.
Frieza's pupils shrank, and the smile on his face instantly froze. His expression shifted from triumph to surprise, then from surprise to panic, changing again and again.
In his desperation, Frieza hurriedly turned to Beerus and cried out, "Lord Beerus, Vegeta is playing dirty! He transformed!"
"Yes, I saw," Beerus nodded, his tone as flat as a pool of stagnant water.
Frieza: "..."
Wait a minute, Lord Beerus.
What do you mean by "I saw"?
Hurry up and stop him!
To be continued…
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