"Perhaps at the right time, you could release one and make the others envious," Bulma suggested.
Vegeta glanced silently at Bulma.
Women were truly cunning.
Bulma's idea seemed plausible.
"I will consider your suggestion," Vegeta nodded.
"Don't work too hard," Bulma said with concern. "You're already the greatest god in this universe, why do you push yourself so much? Learn from that Rumssi fellow… he just plays all day."
"Indeed, I should learn from him," Vegeta admitted. "Alright, I'm going now."
"Mm," Bulma waved.
"Whoosh!"
Vegeta vanished instantly, appearing on Rumssi's planet in a flash.
Rumssi was with Helles.
The two of them were living quite leisurely now.
They were either on Rumssi's planet or Helles' planet.
They were either basking in the sun or playing basketball.
Vegeta sometimes felt like he was just a laborer, busy with work all day.
Rumssi was my boss…
I feel like I've got my priorities mixed up.
Why was I working so hard?
I wanted to slack off too.
But, if I slack off, how could I defeat the Grand Minister?
I still had to marry his three daughters.
The road ahead was long!
"Vegeta? What wind blew you here? Why aren't you working diligently and instead came here?" Rumssi grunted.
"God Sealing Wave!" Vegeta slowly uttered the three words.
Rumssi was startled and immediately jumped up from his lounge chair.
Vegeta had only spoken the words and had not actually used the technique.
Even so, Rumssi broke out in a cold sweat.
"What are you doing? You scared me to death! Don't try any sneak attacks!" Rumssi exclaimed angrily.
"I'm asking you, among these guys I've sealed, who do you think is more reliable?" Vegeta asked.
"Why do you ask?" Rumssi blinked.
"I want to release one of them and give him a chance to reform," Vegeta smiled.
"The sun's rising in the west, and you actually want to give them a chance?" Rumssi chuckled. "I think you've got too much work to handle!"
"Stop with the nonsense! Believe it or not, I'll steal your basketball hoop!" Vegeta said with a dark expression.
Helles: "..."
"Ahem... you guys talk. I'm trying my best to be invisible, why do you have to drag me into this?" Helles rolled his eyes.
"Is your name Basketball Hoop?" Vegeta asked.
Veins bulged on Helles' forehead as he sat up from his lounge chair.
"Helles, calm down, calm down. What's wrong with him today?" Rumssi quickly tried to mediate.
"Perhaps he's been working outside constantly and feels a bit unbalanced seeing us lying here when he returns. It's understandable, understandable," Helles sighed.
"If you were to really release someone... Mosco is clearly not suitable, that guy is too petty," Rumssi analyzed. "As for Quitela, you might not be able to defeat him, and even if you could, resealing him would be troublesome... Who else was there?"
Vegeta: "..."
Helles: "..."
"Sidra is also quite an annoying fellow, so releasing him isn't ideal either," Rumssi continued. "There's also Gin, right? Relatively speaking, he's simpler... and he's been working diligently all these years, seeming a bit foolish."
"Are you making veiled remarks?" Vegeta's face darkened.
"No, no, I absolutely have no intention of insulting you, please don't take it to heart!" Rumssi hastily said.
"Then let's release Gin. Comparatively, my hatred for him is slightly lower," Vegeta mused. "Besides, I'm already well-acquainted with the development of Universe 12."
"Have you decided?" Rumssi asked again.
"Pretty much," Vegeta nodded.
"By the way, what's going on with you? What's made you unhappy?" Rumssi asked with concern.
"I'm going to be a father, and the thought of me still having to work diligently... do you think I wouldn't be agitated?" Vegeta grumbled. "I'd rather spend more time with Bulma."
"First of all, congratulations. But you must not think that way. Spending time with your wife after your work is even more fulfilling," Rumssi preached his grand philosophies.
Vegeta: "..."
Subsequently, Vegeta opened the cap of the small bottle.
Instantly, the inside of the small bottle lit up.
However, the Gods of Destruction like Quitela did not rush out immediately.
After this period of tempering, even Gin was obediently staying inside.
It was ridiculous to think they would run out.
"Do any of you want to come out?" Vegeta asked with a smile.
No one spoke.
"If you come out and stop bothering me, I might consider letting you out," Vegeta smiled.
Still, no one spoke.
"Since none of you want to come out, then forget it. I was planning to let one of you out," Vegeta shook his head and sighed, about to close the cap.
"Can… can I come out!" Sidra quickly said.
"You? You caused a scene on my wedding day! I'm still not over it," Vegeta grumbled.
Sidra: "..."
"Alright Sidra, stop dreaming. If he wanted to let us out, he would have done so already," Mosco scoffed. "He's probably going crazy in there."
"We'll talk when you've all made up your minds," Vegeta smiled.
"Can… can I come out?" Gin suddenly raised his hand.
Vegeta showed a huge face and looked at Gin inside the small bottle.
After a brief two-second silence.
"Yes," Vegeta nodded.
"Then... how do I get out?" Gin asked.
"Just fly up," Vegeta beckoned.
Gin hesitated.
Vegeta moved his face away.
"I'll do it!" Quitela's eyes lit up, and he immediately shot up from inside the small bottle.
"Bang!"
As soon as Quitela poked his head out, Vegeta slammed him back down with a punch.
"It wasn't you I was letting out, why did you stick your head out?" Vegeta grumbled.
Seeing Quitela's miserable state, Gin was completely stunned.
"Uh… never mind, I'm not coming out. I've decided to stay and share the same fate as them," Gin replied stoutly.
"Slap!"
Vegeta didn't hesitate, and directly closed the cap.
You didn't want to come out when I offered, did you think I was begging you?
However, I still needed to quickly find a way to train Goku and the others.
Goku, Gohan, and Piccolo if they could grow stronger, that would be a good option.
And what about Frieza? If properly trained, he had the potential to be a God of Destruction.
Moreover, Frieza could unlock the Black Golden form in the future.
But Frieza now was not up to par.