Towa was hurled back through the dimensional gateway by Frieza's betrayal—arriving just as Demigra was being erased from existence. Raditz's eyes shifted slightly, and with one hand, he seized control of her as well.
"Raditz, I won't accept this! You BASTARD...!"
Towa's bitterness poured out in anguished cries—her fury at being betrayed by Frieza, her hatred toward Demigra's weakness, her endless resentment against Raditz for obstructing her plans time and time again. All of it merged into one long, mournful wail.
"Go join your demon god!" Raditz shouted, his voice ringing with finality. The power of the Creation Seal spread to envelope Towa as well. The overwhelming divine energy made her vanish in an instant.
Towa's beautiful yet wicked form was annihilated. Her sharp, piercing scream was like the death cry of some exotic bird, echoing across the sky above the Capital of Time.
A beam of pure light split the heavens parallel to the ground, turning all demonic corruption into absolute nothingness.
Finally, everything returned to calm.
Raditz reverted to his base form, and his entire body went weak. He nearly collapsed to the ground, completely drained. Fortunately, Son Goku had quick reflexes—he teleported to Raditz's side in an instant and fed him a Senzu Bean.
Everyone breathed a collective sigh of relief, especially Chronoa. Seeing both of her greatest threats—Demigra and Towa—disappear together, the crushing weight on her heart finally lifted completely.
"Thank you, Lord Beerus, Mr. Whis," she said with deep gratitude.
"You don't need to thank us. This was all thanks to Raditz," Beerus said dismissively.
Whis nodded in agreement. "Unfortunately, Raditz still didn't succeed in permanently breaking through to the divine realm as he'd hoped."
"Hmph. Like I said, it's not that easy." Beerus walked forward with his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable—neither clearly pleased nor disappointed.
Chronoa rushed to greet the sweat-drenched Raditz. Behind her, Trunks, Kais, and the others—their faces still pale from the ordeal—hurried over as well.
Only Vegeta remained standing apart, watching from a distance. His fingers tapped against his folded arms in a rhythmic pattern, his breathing deep and measured.
Super Saiyan 4 God. Destruction Energy. Creation Seal. Too many revelations had shocked him to the core. He'd thought that achieving Super Saiyan God would narrow the gap between him and Raditz. But now it seemed the distance was only growing wider.
Is it really impossible to surpass Raditz? Vegeta's chest rose and fell with conflicted emotions he couldn't quite name.
"Haha, since everything's been resolved, we should head back," Whis announced, noticing Beerus's growing impatience. "Lady Chronoa, we won't trouble you any further."
Raditz had just recovered enough to stand. He smiled at Chronoa's continued thanks, then heard Whis speaking and glanced at Beerus.
"Lady Chronoa, we'll be taking our leave."
"I'll visit the Sacred World of the Kai another day," Chronoa promised. "Thank you all again, truly."
Standing behind her, Trunks and Kais also nodded politely. Trunks turned his gaze toward Vegeta, and father and son exchanged a brief glance.
Vegeta maintained his stern expression. Seeing that Trunks showed no particular change in demeanor, he simply said with characteristic terseness: "You've grown well. Keep working hard. I hope you'll be even stronger the next time we meet!"
"Yes, Father!" Trunks's face lit up with renewed energy, a genuine smile breaking through after receiving those words of acknowledgment.
With that, Whis tapped his scepter against the ground. Raditz and the others were immediately enveloped in gorgeous light and transported back to the God of Destruction's realm. Those who needed to train continued training. Those who needed rest continued resting. The God of Destruction's world returned to its previous peaceful state.
Originally, this "farewell" might have represented a very long separation. But barely one year later, Vegeta and Trunks would meet again.
Moreover, a mighty gathering of warriors assembled on Earth—Saiyans from the Saiyan Homeworld, Jeice and Burter from the depths of the universe, all their companions on Earth, and even the Grand Supreme Kai and the God of Destruction himself descended upon this planet.
The person who commanded such incredible attendance? Vegeta's wife, Bulma.
About five years had passed since the Majin Buu incident. Life had moved forward for everyone. Videl and Gohan were married now, with Videl pregnant with their first child. Tien and Launch had given birth to a daughter named Lantian. The others were all busy with their own affairs, so they rarely gathered together anymore.
That's why Bulma had discussed with Ariel and Gure about organizing a massive reunion—and what better occasion than her own birthday?
They held the celebration on a massive cruise ship. The scale was enormous, the scene incredibly grand. Bulma had sent invitations across the universe itself, bringing everyone together for this momentous occasion.
When Beerus heard there was going to be a party, he'd demanded to go to Earth immediately—caring far more about the event than Vegeta did. On this particular day, Beerus had already eaten a tremendous amount of food. He and Whis sat together at a table laden with delicacies, sampling everything and praising it all lavishly.
"Whis, what is this?"
"I believe it's called 'shengjian'—a type of pan-fried dumpling. Quite unique indeed," Whis said with obvious delight, unable to stop eating.
Beerus quickly grabbed one as well, determined not to let Whis consume them all.
As he ate, he kept discovering new dishes—some so complex he couldn't figure out how they were prepared. The delicious food constantly stimulated his taste buds, filling him with pure joy. He'd thought that after visiting Earth so many times, he would have tasted everything the planet had to offer. Who would have thought they'd prepare entirely new dishes this time?
"This! And this! Lord Beerus must try these!"
The two foodies were so intoxicated by the cuisine that they could barely think of anything else.
On another part of the ship, Krillin sat with Master Roshi. Seeing the old martial arts master looking depressed, Krillin wondered aloud, "Master Roshi, what are you thinking about?"
"Why aren't there any cute girls dancing this time?"
"Well... this is Bulma's birthday party, not one of Raditz's events," Krillin said with a wry smile. "Don't get your hopes up."
"Young people these days just don't understand an old man's needs," Master Roshi said bitterly.
Oolong, sitting nearby, laughed. "The old man's in luck though—Bulma might not have prepared entertainment, but Yamcha did! His birthday present to Bulma is arranging a beautiful swimsuit performance."
When Master Roshi heard this, his nose nearly erupted with blood. "Really?! If I'd known earlier, I should have become a celebrity too!"
Krillin and Oolong both covered their mouths to suppress their laughter. If Master Roshi could be a star, then literally anyone could be. Besides martial arts prowess, the entertainment industry also cared about looks—something the old master was... lacking.
At that moment, Pepara suddenly appeared behind Krillin and grabbed his ear. "Hey! What's this about a swimsuit show? Just what are you planning to watch...?"
"It's not me! It's Master Roshi! Master Roshi!" Krillin protested his innocence desperately, his face the picture of wronged virtue.
But Oolong and Master Roshi immediately changed the subject, breaking out in nervous sweat and refusing to even look at Krillin.
As Pepara dragged Krillin away by his ear, the two of them could finally breathe again.
Several people laughed after witnessing the comedic scene between Pepara and Krillin. Conversations turned to other amusing topics, and the atmosphere remained lively and warm.
The massive cruise ship glided across the ocean as smoothly as if traveling on solid ground. But trailing behind it was a small motorboat. Its speed wasn't particularly impressive, yet it managed to follow the cruise ship closely without falling behind.
"See it? That's the cruise ship. We're going to make a fortune robbing those rich folks," one person on the small boat said with a greedy smile.
"But... isn't this way too risky?"
"Nah, we've got the latest equipment. Let's go!"
The three people on the boat exchanged confident glances, then strapped on jet packs and launched themselves toward Bulma's cruise ship.
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