In the temporary base camp of the future timeline, the victory celebration banquet had finally come to an end amidst a scene of clamor and mess.
The air was still filled with the scent of roasted meat and the sweetness of drinks, a smell that made everyone, who had eaten and drunk their fill, feel a wave of drowsiness.
Vados and No. 21 had returned as the banquet was nearing its end.
Vados was the same as ever. As if she had just gone for a walk, she silently found a spot where she could see the whole scene and sat down.
Her staff rested by her side as she took small bites of an exquisite dessert.
Her light purple eyes, with a hint of a faint smile, swept over the laughing and playing crowd on the field, her gaze like that of someone watching an interesting stage play.
And what about No. 21?
The moment she returned, her large eyes accurately locked onto Whitley.
Then, like a little bird returning to its nest, she rushed straight towards Whitley and, without any ceremony, literally... squeezed Bulma, who was sitting next to him, away.
"Hey! You!"
Bulma, caught off guard, almost fell off her chair. After she had finally regained her footing, she shot an annoyed glare at No. 21.
But No. 21 paid no mind to Bulma's almost-fiery gaze. All her attention was now on Whitley.
A sweet smile appeared on No. 21's face, and she picked up a clean pair of chopsticks and began to put food into Whitley's already mountain-high bowl.
"Lord Whitley~ you must have used a lot of energy after fighting for so long. Eat more, this roast meat is very fragrant! And this, this fish looks very fresh too..."
As she served him food, she spoke in a voice that was sickeningly sweet.
Whitley looked at the small mountain in his bowl, which was rapidly growing and on the verge of collapse, and a helpless and awkward expression appeared on his face. "Uh... No. 21, that... thanks. But I'm really almost full. Why don't you have something to eat first?"
No. 21 turned a deaf ear to Whitley's polite refusal.
Taking advantage of the moment she was serving him food, her body, as if unintentionally, leaned closer and closer to Whitley.
In the end, almost half of her body was pressed against Whitley's arm, and her small face was even happily rubbing against his shoulder, just like a little kitten that had found its owner.
Whitley could clearly feel the softness and warmth of her body, but seeing the strange gazes from Goku, Dr. Hedo, and the others, his expression was so awkward that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.
But No. 21 was completely immersed in her own world. Her nose twitched slightly, and then she muttered in a low, almost dream-like tone, "Ah... this is it... Lord Whitley's scent... it smells so good... mixed with a little bit of sweat and the smell of sunshine... and the faint energy left over from the battle just now... mmm... No. 21... No. 21 feels like she's about to faint from happiness..."
Bulma saw this clearly from the side, especially when she saw a little bit of crystal clear... drool? uncontrollably seep from the corner of No. 21's mouth.
A clear "#" sign instantly popped up on her forehead.
"Hey! You woman!"
Bulma finally couldn't take it anymore. She grabbed the back of No. 21's maid uniform and, like lifting a cat, lifted her off Whitley, saying with a look of disgust, "Can't you have a little bit of shame?! There are so many people watching in public!"
It was a good thing that No. 21 was completely intoxicated at this moment and had no intention of resisting Bulma.
Otherwise, with Bulma's mere battle power of four or five hundred... she would probably have been easily pressed to the ground and rubbed by No. 21 with a single finger, losing without a doubt.
"Hmph!"
Bulma snorted angrily and, as if throwing away a hot potato, she swung her arm and threw the still-savoring No. 21 away.
Of course, she controlled her strength well, just letting her land lightly a few steps away.
After all this was done, Bulma clapped her hands and, with a hint of smugness, gracefully sat back down in her original seat next to Whitley.
She leaned close to Whitley, her small mouth almost touching his ear, and complained in a low voice that was both sour and a little coquettish, "This fool... how can she be so bold... with so many people here, even I... I don't dare to be like that..."
Whitley listened to Bulma's words, which were clearly tinged with jealousy and some kind of hint, and a drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead.
So it wasn't that you didn't want to, but that you didn't dare?
Although he was complaining in his heart, what could he say looking at the blushing cheeks and pouting eyes of Bulma beside him?
These women of his, each and every one of them, were so beautiful, so terrifying, and each had their own cute points.
Apart from obediently enjoying this sweet burden... could he possibly refuse?
He put his arm around Bulma's soft body, lowered his head, and also leaned close to her ear, whispering in a voice that only the two of them could hear, "Tonight... wear a maid outfit like No. 21's and come find me. I... will teach you some new... 'knowledge'."
Bulma's body stiffened slightly, and the tips of her ears turned red at a visible rate.
Whitley paused, as if he had remembered something important, and added again, his tone filled with a hint of expectation and seriousness, "And by the way... let's try again, and see if we can... strive to have a child of our own soon."
After saying this, Whitley, as if nothing had happened, very naturally let go of Bulma, stood up, and walked towards Goku and Vegeta, who were still stuffing their faces and gesturing at each other.
Who knows what he said to Goku, but the two of them seemed to have talked about the application of some move and became more and more excited. In the end, with two "swooshes," they flew directly into the air and began to gesture wildly, and waves of ki began to surge in the air.
And not far away, Vados, who had been sitting quietly, saw this scene of Whitley whispering to Bulma, and a meaningful smile appeared on her lips.
She elegantly picked up the angel's staff that was leaning by her side, tapped the top of it lightly, and the staff emitted an almost imperceptible glow.
She continued to taste her food in small bites, talking to herself at the staff as if she were communicating with some invisible person, but her face always maintained a sense of calm control.
On the other side, Bulma, who had been flustered by Whitley's whisper, was still sitting there in a daze, feeling her cheeks and ears burning.
Although she and Whitley were practically an old married couple, every time she heard his intimate words with such clear intent, Bulma couldn't help but feel her face flush and her heart beat fast.
Especially... especially with Future Bulma not far away, who was now staring at her with a knowing and slightly teasing look!
This made her feel even more embarrassed.
Seeing that Whitley had left, Future Bulma immediately stood up, walked over, and sat down beside Bulma. She unceremoniously put her arm around her shoulder, her voice filled with gossip and amusement. "Hey, little Bulma~ what did Whitley... whisper to you just now? Look at your little red face, quick, tell me."
Bulma forced herself to remain calm, picked up the drink beside her, took a big gulp, and deliberately turned her head away from her. "N-nothing! We were just casually talking about the future! Don't make wild guesses!"
Future Bulma stared at her for a few seconds, and suddenly, a smile that was full of mature charm and seemed to see through everything appeared on her lips.
She dragged out her tone, and said in a lazy and ambiguous voice, "Oh~ my~ it seems... I've hit the mark. Let me guess... is someone planning a little... special program tonight? It seems our little Bulma is in for a treat~"
Hearing this, Bulma was instantly shocked and whipped her head back to look at her, blurting out, "How did you kn—"
Halfway through her sentence, she immediately realized she had let it slip and quickly waved her hands in denial. "No, that's not right! Don't talk nonsense! That guy didn't say anything to me! You... you guessed wrong!"
Looking at Bulma's cute appearance of denying it to the end, Future Bulma just let out a knowing chuckle from her throat and did not press her further.
She patted Bulma's shoulder, and with a "we all know" smile, she stood up and walked away gracefully, leaving only Bulma sitting alone in the spot Whitley had just vacated, in a daze.
But her thoughts, with Future Bulma's proactive departure, had long since flown to the nine heavens. Her mind uncontrollably began to imagine the... teaching scene that might happen at night, and her cheeks grew hotter and hotter.
After a long while, Bulma finally snapped back to reality, as if she had made some kind of decision in her heart.
She looked around and, seeing that no one was paying special attention to her, she quietly stood up and walked quickly back to her own capsule house.
After closing the room door, she carefully took out a capsule from a small box she carried with her.
With a "poof," accompanied by a small puff of white smoke, a rather simple-looking cloth bag appeared before her.
Bulma picked up the small cloth bag and weighed it in her hand, a complex look in her eyes for a moment.
"As for Senzu Beans... preparing two... should... should be enough, right? Yes, it's definitely enough!"
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And on the other side, Vados, who had seemed to be leisurely watching the battle, had actually taken in all of the little interactions between Bulma and Whitley, as well as Bulma's subsequent guilty reaction.
The mysterious smile on her face had never faded.
When no one was paying attention, she gently put down her utensils. Her figure, as if it had merged with the air, silently left the banquet area and also returned to the room assigned to her in the temporary base camp.
She closed the door, shutting out the noise from outside, and the angel's staff appeared in Vados's hand. She held the staff and tapped the ground lightly.
A soft stream of light instantly emanated from the top of the staff and enveloped her entire body.
After the light passed, the divine angel's attire she was wearing began to fade like a discolored oil painting.
In a few breaths, the Vados who appeared in the original spot had already changed into a classic black and white maid outfit.
The well-tailored dress outlined her perfect figure, and the white apron and headdress added a touch of gentleness to her, creating a strange and intriguing contrast with her original transcendent temperament.
But that wasn't all.
Vados slowly spoke to her staff, as if she were talking to someone, her tone relaxed and with a hint of temptation. "So, have you considered it, No. 18-san? Are you really going to just watch as your man falls into the clutches of that woman, Bulma, tonight? And give her a child? Hehe~"
She chuckled lightly and continued in that lazy yet subtly provocative tone, "Of course, if you're really not willing, I won't force you. It's just that~ if Miss Bulma finds out that you chose to abstain tonight, I'm sure the others will be very happy, right? After all, they'll have one less powerful rival."
At this moment, far away in West City of the past timeline, No. 18, who had just finished a day's work and was resting on her sofa in her apartment.
Upon hearing Vados's words, which were transmitted through some means, she fell silent for a moment, her hand holding the water glass beginning to tighten slightly.
No. 18's mind flashed with Bulma's triumphant smile and Vados's victorious appearance... she gritted her silver teeth, as if she had made some difficult decision, and said to Vados irritably, "...Fine! I'll go! But let me make it clear first! I... I will absolutely not join you in calling him master! Don't even think about it!"
Vados on the other end chuckled lightly, as if she were not at all surprised by No. 18's reaction, her tone indifferent. "Don't worry, that honor is not yet yours to have, No. 18-san. You... just be a good lover for now. No need to force yourself to do things you're not used to~"
"Hiss..."
No. 18 took a sharp breath, her heart a mixture of anger and amusement, and a hint of annoyance at being looked down upon.
What do you mean... I'm not qualified to call him master?!
I, No. 18, am also a woman that that guy Whitley has personally acknowledged, okay?! On what grounds am I being classified by you, Vados, in the "no need to force yourself" category?!
She was just about to retort a few sentences to defend her status, but Vados clearly had no intention of giving her the chance.
"Alright, No. 18-san,"
Vados's voice interrupted the words she was about to say. "You should have a maid outfit prepared there, right? Based on my understanding of Whitley-san's preferences, I don't believe you haven't secretly prepared one. Now, go and change, and then quietly wait for my teleportation."
Without waiting for No. 18's reply, Vados unilaterally ended the communication.
But the faint light at the top of her staff did not go out, but instead, like a surveillance screen, it clearly reflected the scene inside No. 18's apartment.
In the image, No. 18 stood there for a while, her expression constantly changing. In the end, as if she had resigned herself to her fate, she turned and walked towards her own wardrobe.
She opened the wardrobe and fumbled in the depths for a while, and finally... a neatly folded black and white maid outfit was carefully taken out by her.
Seeing that No. 18 had, as she had expected, stubbornly but obediently changed into the maid outfit, Vados nodded in satisfaction, the curve of her lips becoming even more brilliant.
Vados sized up the maid outfit on her own body again, her slender fingers gently brushing over the hem of the skirt, feeling that... something was still missing.
"Right."
She had a sudden realization, and her staff flashed with a faint light again.
The next moment, a pair of thin, translucent, high-quality black silk stockings appeared in her hand.
She sat gracefully on the edge of the bed and slowly and methodically put on the stockings.
The black silk perfectly enveloped her long, straight legs, and the combination with the maid outfit instantly added an indescribable charm.
"That's about right."
Vados stood up and twirled in front of the full-length mirror in the room. Only then did she nod in satisfaction and mutter to herself, "I almost forgot this little hobby of Whitley-san's... I've been a little careless lately, I have to remember it well in the future."
As she spoke, a smile that was completely different from her angel status, a smile that was full of妖娆 and "elegance," appeared on her lips.
Her preparations made, Vados stood up and silently walked out of her room, heading straight for Whitley and Bulma's master bedroom.
At this moment, Whitley was still sparring with Goku and the others outside, and Bulma was still in her room, staring at the Senzu Beans in a daze, completely unaware of the surprise that was about to come.
Her staff, in the dim bedroom, emitted a faint and mysterious light.
The image displayed at the top of the staff was connected to the distant No. 18 in the main timeline. At this moment, No. 18 had also changed into a maid outfit similar to Vados's and was lying quietly and a little awkwardly on her own apartment bed, waiting for Vados's summons.
"Whitley-san, Bulma-san..."
Vados stood in the center of the bedroom, her gaze sweeping over the large bed that was about to become lively, a look of anticipation and amusement on her face.
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Whitley had no idea what a turbulent night he was about to experience.
He had chatted and sparred with Goku and Vegeta for a good while outside. Only when he felt that the smell of sweat on him was a bit strong did he look down at the watch that Bulma had given him.
"It's getting late."
Remembering his invitation to Bulma, and the subsequent plan to create a person, Whitley couldn't help but feel a little expectant.
He simply bid farewell to the still-wanting-to-fight Goku and the "get out of here and don't bother me" Vegeta, and turned to walk towards the camp's shower room.
After a comfortable hot shower that washed away all his fatigue and sweat, Whitley felt much more relaxed.
He casually threw a towel over his still-dripping hair, and wearing a loose bathrobe, he hummed an out-of-tune little song as he walked towards his and Bulma's bedroom, rubbing his hair with the towel.
And at the same time, Bulma, who had wanted to make some preparations in advance, had just pushed open the bedroom door and stepped in when she was horrified to find that her entire body was completely unable to move!
Then, under her horrified gaze, her body was lifted by an invisible force and slowly floated towards the large bed in the center of the room.
And only now, under the hazy moonlight from outside the window, did she see clearly that Vados was here!
And on her body... she was actually... actually wearing a black and white maid outfit that showed off her perfect figure?! And she even had alluring black silk on her legs?!
Bulma's eyes instantly widened!
Vados looked at Bulma's terrified and angry eyes, her face still wearing that composed smile.
She raised her index finger and gently pressed it against her own lips, making a shushing gesture, and then said in her ethereal voice, "Bulma-san, please don't scream. Otherwise~ if you disturb the others in the camp, such as Mr. Goku or Mr. Trunks, this matter will be difficult to handle~ you don't want to be stared at with strange looks by everyone tomorrow morning, do you?"
Hearing this, Bulma's mind instantly imagined that scene, and she subconsciously shivered.
She tried hard to blink her eyes to show that she understood.
Seeing this, Vados nodded in satisfaction and, with a thought, relaxed her restraint on Bulma.
Bulma tried to move her arms and legs, and after confirming that she could really move, she immediately rushed to Vados, her face hostile as she glared at her, and she questioned in a low, angry and shocked voice, "What are you doing here?! If I remember correctly... that guy Whitley didn't invite you, did he! This is something between us... between us as a couple!"
She clearly remembered that Whitley hadn't had any conversation about tonight with Vados at the banquet at all!
Hearing this, the playful smile on Vados's face became even more pronounced.
She sized up the angry and flushed Bulma and even reached out with her fingertip to gently stroke her hot cheek, and only then did she slowly speak. "Bulma-san, if I heard correctly... did Whitley-san just say something to you about wanting a child?"
Bulma's expression instantly froze, and her eyes flickered.
She hadn't expected Vados's ears to be so sharp! She had even heard such a small whisper!
She turned her face away uncomfortably, her tone a little blustering as she said, "S-so what?! I... I am that guy's legal wife! We... isn't it natural for us to want a child?!"
"Legal wife?"
Vados, as if she had heard something extremely interesting, couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
She looked at Bulma, a hint of pity and mockery in her eyes as she said slowly, "If I remember correctly, Bulma-san, I, Vados, am the legal wife personally designated and bestowed upon Lord Whitley by Lord Zeno. After all~ in terms of universal legality and authority, who can be more supreme than Lord Zeno, who rules the universe?"
She paused and, seeing Bulma's instantly ugly expression, she added unhurriedly, "You should be very clear that for the vast universe, Earth... is just a very remote countryside. Earth's laws do not count in the universe."
"You...!"
Bulma's chest heaved with anger at this sophistry, and she retorted defiantly, "Who says so! Whitley and I are both Earthlings! At least... at least on Earth, we should recognize Earth's laws! This is human territory!"
"Oh? Is that so?"
Vados widened her eyes in feigned surprise. "If my memory is not mistaken..."
She looked at Bulma and said, word for word, clearly, "Lord Whitley... doesn't seem to be the same as you, Bulma-san? He is... a Saiyan. Could it be that Bulma-san has gotten old recently, and even her memory is starting to decline?"
"You're calling me old?!"
The moment Bulma heard this, she bristled like a cat whose tail had been stepped on!
For a woman who always pursued youth and beauty, this was simply the most vicious insult!
"You despicable evil angel! I'll fight you!!"
Reason was instantly burned away by anger. Bulma couldn't care less about her image or the power gap. She screamed and lunged at Vados, looking like she wanted to teach this detestable woman a good lesson with her own pitiful combat power!
Vados looked at Bulma, who was throwing herself into her arms like a cat trying to attack her. She had originally wanted to restrain her again with her power. But her ears twitched slightly, as if she had heard the very faint sound of footsteps and humming from the corridor outside the door.
A sly glint flashed in her eyes. She looked at Bulma in her arms, who was still hitting her chest with her powerless little fists, and simply gave up the idea of resisting.
Anyway, to her, the attacks caused by Bulma with her little combat power were not even a massage, purely at the level of tickling.
Even if she stood here and let Bulma vent for three days and three nights, she wouldn't even lose a single hair.
So Vados not only didn't dodge, but she also took the opportunity to gently embrace the lunging Bulma, her face even showing a... doting and helpless smile?
As if she were watching her little sister throwing a tantrum.
Just as Bulma was "venting" her anger in Vados's arms, and Vados was tolerating this sweet "critical hit" with an indulgent expression—
"Click."
The bedroom door was pushed open from the outside.
Whitley, with a towel still draped over his neck and wearing a bathrobe, strode into the bedroom.
And then... he froze at the doorway.
What did he just see?
Bulma... was in Vados's arms?
Looking at the posture... it seemed like... she was angrily hitting Vados? But... this scene looked so wrong!
And Vados, far from being angry or resisting, had a... doting expression on her face? And even a hint of enjoyment?
Especially Bulma, because of her large movements, the hem of her pajamas had lifted a little, revealing a sliver of her fair waist...
And Vados... she was actually wearing a maid outfit! The kind with black silk stockings!
That elegant and sexy temperament, that breathtaking curve outlined by the maid outfit, those long and alluring legs wrapped in black silk...
Whitley instantly felt his mouth go dry, and it seemed as if all his blood was rushing to X.
Whitley and Bulma, who had also turned her head in astonishment, were both in a state of daze, their minds in a complete mess.
And at this strange and ambiguous silent moment, Vados suddenly spoke.
The doting expression on her face instantly switched to a seductive smile, her voice ethereal but deliberately drawn out, her words filled with a teasing meaning. "Oh~ my~ Whitley-san."
Her gaze swept over Bulma in her arms, then to Whitley at the door. "This is a 'surprise' that Bulma-san and I have specially prepared for you. Do~ you like it?"
Hearing these undisguised teasing words, and looking at the vivid scene before him—an angel in a sexy maid outfit with an elegant and seductive posture, a beautiful scientist wife in pajamas with a flushed face and misty eyes...
Whitley's eyes suddenly lit up with the light of a hungry wolf! All his doubts and thoughts were instantly thrown to the nine heavens!
"How could I not like it!"
His words were almost a roar, his voice hoarse with excitement. "I like it so much! I like it very much!!"
He took a step forward, his left hand holding the still-dazed Bulma tightly in his arms, and his right hand impatiently reaching out to the still-elegantly-sitting Vados, pulling her plump and soft body over as well!
Bulma was startled by this sudden situation and let out a cry of alarm. She struggled a little, her small fists pounding on Whitley's sturdy chest as she said with a hint of reluctance, "Oh! You... what are you doing! Let me go..."
Whitley couldn't care less at this moment. He held the two of them and, with an impatient look, walked towards the incredibly spacious large bed.
"W-wait a minute, Whitley-san~"
Vados, however, reached out and gently pushed Whitley's sturdy chest, signaling him not to be so hasty.
"Please don't be in such a hurry~"
Vados's voice was like the whisper of a witch, teasing Whitley's last bit of reason. "The 'surprise' that I, Vados, have prepared for you... is not... completely... here yet~"
As Vados's voice fell, her angel's staff once again bloomed with an even brighter stream of light!
The next second, under the astonished gazes of Whitley and Bulma, a slender figure, also wearing a black and white maid outfit, her legs also wrapped in alluring black silk, appeared on the bed in a slightly awkward but strangely sexy kneeling position as the light faded!
It was actually... No. 18!
She was also wearing the same maid outfit?! Her dazzling short golden hair formed a stark contrast with the black and white maid outfit. Her cold and beautiful face had a hint of an imperceptible blush and annoyance, and her azure eyes flickered slightly, not daring to look directly at Whitley's almost-fiery gaze.
Vados looked at the completely petrified Whitley and smiled with satisfaction. She leaned close to Whitley's ear and whispered, her breath like an orchid, "So? This 'surprise,' do you like it? My... Whitley-san?"
Was that even a question?!
Whitley felt his line of reason completely snap!
Vegeta had lost a bet before and had sworn that if he ever bet again, he would be a dog.
But at this moment, Whitley suddenly felt that being a dog wasn't so bad after all.
I, Whitley, from now on, am Vados's dog!!!
Looking at the three women sitting side by side on the bed, all wearing the same alluring maid outfit but showing three different styles:
The dazed and shy Bulma, the elegant and mature Vados, the cold and proud No. 18,
Whitley suddenly felt that having Vados be the main wife seemed... quite nice?
At least the surprises were endless!
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