Champa fell silent.
With a slight movement of Rumsshi's lips, Vegeta already understood what he meant.
Rumsshi was asking Vegeta why he wasn't using Senzu Beans to heal Champa.
Vegeta replied, "Use Senzu Beans for what?"
"Isn't it a waste to use Senzu Beans?"
"Can't I use my Angelic power to treat him like a guinea pig?"
Rumsshi suddenly understood.
"Crack!"
Under Vegeta's Angelic power, Champa's severed arm began to regrow.
"Ouch... you bastard... why does it hurt so much?" Champa gasped, breaking out in a cold sweat.
"That's completely normal," Vegeta replied. "Your arm was broken, so of course it hurts when it grows back. It hurt when mine regrew too, but I endured it."
Champa: "..."
Champa thought about it carefully, and it did make sense.
It's just that he didn't remember it hurting this much before.
But then again, he hadn't suffered such a severe injury in thousands of years.
The last time he was this badly injured, Vados had healed him, and he didn't recall it hurting this much.
He had only recently become a God of Destruction then. Could his reflex arc be too slow?
"Bear with it," Vegeta said. "It'll be fine soon."
"You call this fine soon? It's taken almost a minute, and my arm has only grown ten centimeters!" Champa exclaimed angrily.
"There's nothing I can do. Didn't Vados say the staff could amplify Angelic power?" Vegeta replied helplessly. "I returned the staff to her so she could repair your Destruction God Realm."
"Kid, who blew up the Destruction God Realm? And you say it so casually!" Champa said coldly.
"Champa, you should say less. If you distract Vegeta like this, your arm won't recover as quickly," Rumsshi advised.
Champa snorted and fell silent.
*When you fix my arm, I'll deal with you.*
*This little brat injured me so badly.*
Vegeta's Angelic power enveloped Champa's arm, repairing it.
It took a full two minutes.
Finally, Champa's arm was completely restored.
"There," Vegeta said to Champa.
"Hmph, you're smart!" Champa grunted and suddenly lunged, aiming a palm strike at Vegeta's chest.
"Swish!"
Vegeta casually sidestepped, deftly dodging Champa's incoming hand.
"Crack!"
Vegeta leaped back, creating some distance between himself and Champa.
"Champa! What are you doing!" Rumsshi roared. "You ungrateful wretch, who healed your arm?"
"Hmph, why don't you ask who injured me?" Champa retorted.
"That was a match! The match is over, are you going to renege on your word!" Rumsshi shouted.
"I just found this kid unpleasant and wanted to teach him a lesson. Since he dodged it, then so be it," Champa chuckled.
Vegeta said nothing.
After a brief silence.
Vegeta unhurriedly took out a small notebook and jotted down a number.
10,000.
Vegeta then wrote the English letter "x" after the number.
Champa's hate value was 10,000.
It was only 10,000 because Vegeta could sense the power of Champa's palm strike.
Just as Champa said, that punch was indeed intended to be a minor lesson.
He only wanted to injure Vegeta, not kill him.
But Vados's punch at the time was not so simple.
Although Vados didn't intend to kill Vegeta with that punch, she was definitely fighting with everything she had.
Of course, this was also why Vegeta was able to dodge Champa's attack.
Perhaps Champa didn't use his full power.
Or perhaps Champa's strength was inferior to Vados'.
After all, Champa was known as the weakest God of Destruction.
Rumsshi quickly leaned in and looked at the number Vegeta had written.
Whose hate value was this?
Logically, this should be Champa's.
Then whose was the previous number?
Could it be Beerus's?
Yes, it must be Beerus's! How could I be so foolish!
Beerus had Frieza destroy Vegeta's home planet.
Vegeta's hate value must be directed at Beerus.
"Swish!"
Vegeta returned to his normal state.
"Champa, the agreement we made before still stands, right?" Rumsshi grinned.
"Hmph, am I the kind of God of Destruction who reneges on promises?" Champa bared his teeth.
Although he said it so casually, Champa wanted to curse.
*Damn it...*
*I have to work for this elephant for 4,900 years.*
"Champa, you should feel fortunate," Rumsshi comforted him.
"Get lost, I don't want to talk to you!" Champa shouted angrily.
"Really," Rumsshi added. "Because there's another God of Destruction working for me."
"Hmm?" Champa blinked in surprise.
Rumsshi showed a smug expression.
"Who else is working for you?" Champa asked curiously.
"Vados," Rumsshi said.
"Vados? What do you mean?" Champa asked.
"Vados has to work for me for 8,000 years!" Rumsshi revealed his pearly white teeth.
"You... what did you say? 8,000 years?" Champa was stunned.
"That's right," Rumsshi chuckled.
"Is that true or false?" Champa was a little confused.
"Why would I lie to you?" Rumsshi said with a smile. "So you have nothing to worry about. After Vados finishes her 8,000 years of work for me, you can work the remaining 5,000 years."
"It's 4,900 years, not 5,000 years!" Champa corrected him loudly.
"Isn't that just rounding up?" Rumsshi chuckled.
"Do you round up like that?" Champa raged.
A brief silence.
"Speaking of which, how did you win 8,000 years from Vados?" Champa asked.
"I won it just like this," Rumsshi said.
After being stunned for three seconds, Champa immediately realized.
"You... you mean, the same way you won from me?" Champa felt terrible.
"That's pretty much what I mean," Rumsshi's smile grew wider.
"You... you you... you're too shameless, Rumsshi!" Champa roared in fury.
"Hehe, if I didn't do this, how could I relax for the next ten thousand years?" Rumsshi laughed heartily.
"Vegeta!" Champa bared his teeth and glared at Vegeta. "You dare conspire with Rumsshi to deceive me!"
"Hold on, hold on!" Rumsshi quickly said. "This has nothing to do with Vegeta. I told him to do it. If he didn't, I would have destroyed him!"