Rumssi was truly content with his current state of leisure.
After all, all work matters were arranged by Vegeta.
Rumssi didn't have to worry about anything related to his job.
With him acting as both the Supreme Kai and the God of Destruction, where else could he find such a diligent worker?
Moreover, under his diligent efforts, the Tenth Universe had seen tremendous development.
This was far better than him going out and defeating other Gods of Destruction for his work.
Rumssi felt he had struck gold.
If the Tenth Universe continued to develop at this pace, it might even surpass the First Universe in terms of construction and development.
Why must you go around causing trouble?
What's the point of stirring up a fuss?
You've already provoked one God of Destruction, and after finally sealing him away, a decade or so should have been sufficient.
Why must you constantly try to compete with other Gods of Destruction? Is it that entertaining?
"Rumssi, how is the black basketball hoop doing?" Vegeta probed cautiously.
"How else could it be? It's just as it is," Rumssi replied.
"Don't you want to go out and play anymore?" Vegeta inquired.
"Not playing anymore. It's no fun, and it makes my nose uncomfortable," Rumssi grumbled.
Vegeta: "..."
A brief silence followed.
"Also, last time you said you'd take me to see the grasslands, where were they?" Rumssi added.
"Champa is working so hard in the Second Universe; don't you have any 'grasslands' appearing above your head?" Vegeta sighed.
"What do you mean?" Rumssi still didn't understand.
"Why don't you get it yet? Aren't you afraid that one day Champa will snatch your black hoop?" Vegeta, out of desperation, emphasized his point to Rumssi again.
Rumssi's expression gradually froze.
So that's what it was!
I really didn't think of it until you mentioned it.
"You should really think about this, Rumssi," Vegeta advised. "Your hoop should belong to your personal court; how can you let others come in and play?"
Rumssi instantly sprang up from his reclining position as if he were a coiled spring.
"Let's go, take me to the Second Universe immediately!" Rumssi's demeanor turned exceptionally serious.
Vegeta was right.
The thought of other Gods of Destruction playing on his court...
Rumssi felt an overwhelming sense of unease.
What if they damaged his court?
Could his hoop withstand such rough play?
Absolutely not!
It's absolutely out of the question!
Champa has been diligently working in the Second Universe for such a long time.
Why do I feel like you have an ulterior motive?
You don't even work properly in your own universe.
Why are you being so solicitous in the Second Universe?
Do you also want to dunk?
That's my exclusive court!
"Now you're worried?" Vegeta chuckled, no longer in a hurry.
"Don't play coy with me, just say it directly," Rumssi reprimanded irritably.
"I want you to realize it yourself. How many times have I hinted at it, yet you've never taken it to heart?" Vegeta sighed.
"Damn it! The thought that Champa might occupy my court... it makes me feel uneasy!" Rumssi tightly squeezed his nose. "Hmph, even if someone is to occupy my court, it should be you, Vegeta."
Vegeta: "..."
Vegeta was moved to tears.
What a good brother, what a good brother.
Vegeta even felt remorse.
I shouldn't have sealed you away just now.
Vados covered her face, not wanting to speak.
You two brothers are becoming more and more outrageous.
Discussing such matters so brazenly in front of me.
Don't think I don't know anything.
Never mind, never mind...
I'll just pretend I didn't hear anything.
"So, the grasslands you were referring to meant I was cuckolded?" Rumssi's face turned somewhat purple.
"Isn't that right? I hinted at it so obviously," Vegeta nodded.
"That detestable Champa! Let's leave now, quickly use Instant Transmission to take me to the Second Universe!" Rumssi urged.
"Let's go!" Vegeta didn't object. "You can be lazy, but finish up your current tasks before you laze around. Leave the work to me!"
"Got it," Rumssi nodded. "Stop dawdling, let's go."
Vegeta wasted no more time and directly leaped onto Vados.
Vados: "..."
Rumssi: "..."
"Didn't you want to use Instant Transmission? Why are you clinging to me like an octopus?" Vados wiped sweat from her brow.
"It's a habit, it's a habit..." Vegeta grinned, reluctantly sliding off Vados.
Vados was speechless.
That sliding motion of yours is a bit too much.
"By the way, aren't you coming, Vados?" Vegeta asked.
"No, I'm not interested in basketball hoops," Vados shook her head.
"That's right, because you have one," Vegeta replied. "It's precisely because neither Rumssi nor I have a hoop that we yearn for one."
"You don't need to explain in such detail..." Vados rolled her eyes.
"Rumssi, why aren't you coming forward to place your hand on my shoulder... what are you dawdling over there for?" Vegeta turned and looked at Rumssi.
He saw that Rumssi's face was almost purple from holding his breath.
"Oh my, oh my... Lord Rumssi, are you trying to suffocate yourself by pinching your nose like that?" Vados sighed.
"Uh..." Rumssi looked down at his hand and realized he was indeed pinching his nose.
Rumssi immediately released his hand.
"I knew I was having trouble breathing earlier... you scared me, I thought it was green grassland syndrome!" Rumssi soothed his mood.
"See? After these few years of being lazy, your brain must have gone soft," Vegeta shook his head helplessly.
"Less nonsense, let's go," Rumssi huffed.
"Vados, we're leaving," Vegeta waved to Vados.
"Shing!"
Vegeta, taking Rumssi with him, used Instant Transmission and in a flash appeared above the God of Destruction realm of the Second Universe.
The two looked down from above.
On the ground of the God of Destruction realm.
Heles was basking in the sun on a lounge chair.
"Rumssi, you're quite something. Heles's posture while sunbathing is very similar to yours," Vegeta remarked with surprise. "And your lounge chairs seem to be the same model."
"Hehe," Rumssi nodded happily. "As expected of my exclusive court! It likes to laze around just like me."
As they were speaking.
Champa walked over from a distance and appeared beside Heles.
Then, Champa extended his claw and placed it on Heles.
Rumssi's eyes widened, and his expression changed slightly.
As Vegeta had said, it was indeed true.
Champa, this guy... is he trying to occupy my court?
"It's okay, it looks like he's just massaging Heles," Vegeta analyzed, resting his chin on his hand.