"What are those two doing inside the castle?" Sava asked, confused.
"Looks like they're watching something..." Whis said.
"It's rare for two Gods of Destruction to get along so harmoniously," Sava chuckled.
"Indeed, indeed," Whis nodded.
About five minutes later.
Rumsshi walked out of the castle with a look of disappointment.
Heles, on the other hand, was livid, his face ashen.
What was that expression?
It was infuriating.
That bastard Rumsshi!
To gain an advantage and still look unhappy.
"You promised 3000 years, you're not going to go back on your word, are you?" Heles asked darkly.
"I feel like I'm at a disadvantage, can I regret it?" Rumsshi said.
"You..." Heles gritted his teeth.
"Forget it, forget it. I'll tell Champa later and have him come work for you," Rumsshi sighed.
"What do you mean by sighing?" Heles exploded.
"No more talking, we should be going back," Rumsshi called out, "Whis, we're leaving!"
"Are you really leaving this time?" Whis asked.
Rumsshi: "..."
Three seconds later.
Whis and Rumsshi transformed into two streams of light of different colors, quickly disappearing into the starry sky, vanishing without a trace.
After entering the starry sky, Rumsshi fulfilled his promise and had Whis contact Champa directly through the scepter.
"What did you say? You want me to work in the Second Universe for 3000 years?" Champa asked with a dark expression.
"Champa, this is for your own good. Think about it carefully, the distance from your Universe 6 to Universe 2 is shorter than going to Universe 10. This way, your work will be more convenient," Rumsshi said.
Champa thought about it...
Indeed, it was closer to go from Universe 6 to Universe 2.
Just a little bit closer.
"It's only 10,000 kilometers closer, alright!" Champa roared. "What's 10,000 kilometers to us Gods of Destruction?"
"It doesn't matter, you'll be working in the Second Universe from now on. This is what I promised Heles," Rumsshi said.
"No way! I was supposed to work for your Universe 10. You're replacing me with the Second Universe, I don't agree!" Champa snorted. "Unless you reduce it by another 1000 years!"
"Reduce it by another 1000 years? What are you thinking?" Rumsshi scoffed.
"If not, then forget it! I'm not doing you any favors!" Champa said and then ignored Rumsshi.
Rumsshi had a headache and had to ask Whis to contact Heles again.
"What? Reduce it by 1000 years?" Heles gritted his teeth in anger.
"Heles, let Champa work for you for 2000 years first. As for the 1000 years he's getting reduced, we'll find a way to win it back for him," Rumsshi suggested.
"Do you have a way to win it back?" Heles asked.
"There will be a way," Rumsshi said.
"Alright." Heles thought about it and decided that Champa working for 2000 years was acceptable. He then added, "Have him come work for me tomorrow."
"You contact him. It's a bit inappropriate for me to relay messages in between," Rumsshi said.
"Let's leave it at that," Heles did not object.
After ending the call.
Rumsshi generously forwarded the video to Vegeta.
This was a special communication device that Rumsshi and Vegeta had established when they parted ways.
Whis could not see it.
Vegeta was currently dining at Bulma's house.
Vegeta sensed he had received a message and immediately took out the communication device from his storage space and opened it.
Bulma happened to be next to Vegeta.
Bulma saw Vegeta taking out such a strange device and, out of curiosity, leaned in.
Then, Bulma saw a peculiar video appear on Vegeta's phone-like device.
"Vegeta! You!" Bulma was furious.
Vegeta: "..."
Rumsshi, you are truly talented.
You actually sent it to me!
However, you could have at least let Heles show his face.
Even if you didn't show his face... you could have moved the camera elsewhere.
You just sent a basketball hoop... what's the point?
Have I never seen a basketball hoop?
Didn't I see enough basketball hoops on my computer's D drive in my past life?
"Vegeta, you, you, you..." Bulma's chest heaved with anger.
"What's wrong, Bulma?" Vegeta pretended to be unconcerned, covering the screen with his Angelic Power.
"Yes, Bulma, why are you suddenly so angry? What is Vegeta looking at?" Bulma's mother, Brief, asked curiously.
"Vegeta, what are you looking at? Let us see too," Dr. Briefs said with a smile.
"You can't look!" Bulma exclaimed.
"It's fine to take a look," Vegeta handed the communicator to Bulma's parents.
Bulma covered her face, not knowing what to say.
Vegeta, you are too shameless, you actually showed this to my parents.
"Isn't this cosmetics? What brand of cosmetics is this? It looks quite good," Brief said with a smile.
"Mmm, the beauties in here are quite good-looking," Dr. Briefs wiped his mouth.
"Where are the beauties? Aren't there just cosmetics?" Brief was stunned and looked at her husband.
"Look at this image, isn't this a beauty?" Brief pointed to the screen on the communicator.
"No, it's clearly cosmetics. Isn't this a lipstick?" Brief shook her head. "What shade of lipstick is this? I've never seen this shade before."
"Lipstick? Beauty?" Bulma leaned in again and rubbed her eyes.
Then, Bulma immediately turned her face away.
Why do I still see the same scene?
What is going on?
"This thing, it shows what's in your heart," Vegeta said. "Whatever you think, that's what you'll see."
Bulma: "..."
"So that's how it is, hahahaha, no wonder I saw a beauty," Dr. Briefs laughed.
"I see cosmetics," Brief said. "I also saw a handsome man, but I didn't say anything."
Dr. Briefs: "..."
"By the way, Bulma, what did you see?" Vegeta turned to ask Bulma.
Bulma didn't want to talk anymore.
"I... I didn't see anything, I saw a blank!" Bulma said angrily and walked away.
"This thing is quite magical, Vegeta. Can I borrow it for research?" Dr. Briefs asked.
"I'll get you another one later, I won't give you this one," Vegeta said.