"Now that looks much better."
Gran admired the newly pants-wearing little Goku one more time, then casually tossed the boy toward Bulma.
With a soft whump, Bulma caught Goku. Everything happened so fast that her mind was still completely blank.
"Y–you… just who are you?" Yamcha asked cautiously, eyes narrowing.
"Yeah, who exactly are you?"
Bulma held little Goku tightly in her arms, staring dead-on at the handsome young man wearing strange clothes.
He looked so familiar. That outfit… she was sure she had seen it somewhere before.
And his face—she'd definitely seen someone like him.
"Gran, the girl you mentioned earlier is her, right?"
Beerus appeared beside Gran in a flash, Whis arriving with him.
Unlike Beerus, Whis shifted his gaze toward little Goku but displayed no unusual reaction.
"Girl?"
Bulma was the only female here—she instantly realized that the skinny hairless cat was referring to her.
Startled, she hugged Goku tighter and took two steps back.
Wait—no!
Even this weird cat… looked familiar!
"Lord Beerus, haven't you met her before?" Gran chuckled.
From his point of view, Bulma wore a small blue vest, her pale-blue hair tied up into a high ponytail.
Fair skin, a delicate face, cherry lips
And especially her big, bright, round eyes, full of youthful energy.
"I've seen her before?"
Beerus blinked, stared at Bulma again, then shook his head.
"Don't remember. Don't know her."
The only thing he ever remembered was good food.
"Then let me remind you. Years ago, a little girl called me a beggar, and you wanted to destroy her. Ring any bells?"
"That happened?"
Beerus frowned and began trying to remember.
"It was you!"
Bulma suddenly recalled everything in an instant.
No wonder he looked familiar
He was that beggar boy!
Back then, this guy squatted in the park pretending to be homeless and scammed money off her!
"You scammer! Give me back my money!"
Bulma would remember that incident for her entire life.
But after witnessing the overwhelming power Gran just displayed, she didn't dare yell—she only muttered weakly behind him.
"Ohh, so you meant her!"
Beerus finally remembered. His face darkened instantly.
"Foolish mortal! Hurry and take us to that so-called food street, or I'll destroy you!"
Destroy?
Before Bulma could even process that
Gran raised his hand and fired an energy blast toward a distant patch of wilderness hundreds of li away.
BOOOOM!
A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.
Bulma and the others stared in shock.
Was this… power a human could have?
"I trust you don't have any objections now?"
Without waiting for Bulma to answer, Gran appeared beside her in an instant.
He placed a hand on her shoulder and lifted his other hand to his forehead.
Beerus and Whis reacted in perfect sync, appearing behind Gran and placing their hands on his shoulder as well.
Instant Transmission.
Whoosh!
Together with Bulma and little Goku, Gran and his group vanished without a trace.
Leaving Yamcha and the others blown about in the wind—utterly speechless.
The Lookout
Mr. Popo stood at the edge and retracted his gaze.
"So they were just coming for food again… I thought I was going to be killed for the third time."
"But only eight years passed, and he already broke through to the Divine Dimension…"
"And that little Saiyan… interesting…"
West City
On the other side of West City—far from the high-tech districts—lay the residential area of ordinary Earthlings.
A lively food street stretched ahead, filled with takoyaki, oden, fried chicken, sushi, sakura mochi…
All kinds of street stalls.
A dazzling sight—almost too much to take in.
Gran and the others stood there.
"So I was searching in the wrong place from the start. Of course only locals know where the real good food is."
Trying to find street snacks in the high-tech zone…
Impossible.
Gran looked at the food street, speechless at himself.
"Locals?"
Bulma puffed her cheeks.
She wanted to punch this guy, but that mushroom-cloud blast earlier made her only dare curse him internally.
"Lord Beerus, Whis—how's the food here…?"
Gran stopped mid-sentence.
Beerus and Whis had vanished.
They were already hopping from stall to stall, smelling, tasting, sniffing—like children in paradise.
A thick blend of aromas filled the entire street, tempting enough to make anyone's mouth water.
"D-delicious…!"
"What is this divine aroma?!"
"This planet is unbelievable! Besides instant noodles, it has this much good food?!"
"Hahaha! Gran, you're my lucky star—how did you even find such a miraculous planet?!"
"Ugh, just thinking about all the garbage I've eaten before makes me sick!"
"Food like this must be enjoyed slowly… then once we get bored of it, we can use it to torment that fat pig."
"…"
Beerus and Whis were now eating at every single stall, even waiting patiently in long lines.
As Beerus said:
Anyone capable of making good food deserved certain privileges.
"Hey…"
Bulma held little Goku and kept close behind Gran.
"I'm not called 'hey.' You can call me Gran
Or you may call me Candidate God of Destruction, Sir."
Gran happily ate his takoyaki.
"G-God?"
Bulma jumped. Was this guy insane?
"Yes. I am a god."
Gran turned from the takoyaki stall, put down his food, and suddenly released a faint—but terrifying—divine pressure.
BOOM!
Everyone in the food street paled instantly.
"Y-you…"
Bulma dropped to the ground with little Goku in her arms.
"All right. Help me pay for this. Thanks."
Gran smiled kindly and withdrew the divine pressure.
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