"Bang!"
The Capsule Corp capsule transformed into a large crate, filled with "white liquor."
Some of the liquor was yellowish...
However, Master Roshi and the others were not foolish. The bottles had been specially treated. After urinating, they wiped the bottles clean and sprinkled real Moutai on the outside.
Therefore, the moment the capsule transformed into a large crate, the aroma of white liquor wafted out from within.
Of course, the lids were tightly sealed, so no other smells could escape.
Sidra was, after all, a God of Destruction, and his nose should have been quite sensitive. If any other scent had been released, he should have been able to detect it.
"Not bad, Kaioshin. You're considerate." Sidra glanced at the 100 bottles of white liquor and nodded with satisfaction.
"Snap!"
Vegeta stepped forward and pressed a button.
This large crate, including the 100 bottles of "white liquor" inside, instantly transformed back into a single capsule.
"Please take it. You can savor it slowly when you return." Vegeta handed the capsule to Sidra.
Angel Mojito: "..."
Mojito remained silent.
"I'm sorry for troubling you, Lord Vegeta." Kaioshin Lor said apologetically.
"It's nothing. I'm very happy that you could come to my wedding banquet." Vegeta smiled and patted Lor's shoulder.
"Good, you're sensible. No wonder Rumsshi is so close to you. You're a very perceptive Kaioshin." Sidra laughed heartily.
"You flatter me." Vegeta nodded.
"Alright, we should be going too." Sidra beckoned to Mojito.
"Are we leaving already, Lord Sidra?" Mojito asked.
"Yes, we're leaving." Sidra nodded.
"I'll see you off." Lor suggested.
"No need." Sidra grunted and placed his hand on Mojito's back.
"Well then, we'll take our leave. Lord Rumsshi, Lord Vegeta, Sister Vados." Mojito waved to Vegeta and the others.
"Farewell." Vados nodded.
"Whoosh!"
Mojito, taking Sidra with him, turned into a stream of light as brilliant as a star and quickly plunged into the void, disappearing from sight.
After Sidra left, the atmosphere at the scene became a little more relaxed.
The God of Destruction from Universe 3 hadn't caused any trouble.
Vegeta paid a slight attention to the God of Destruction from Universe 3.
The robot controlled by this guy had reached the level of a God of Destruction.
His own strength was even inferior to Toppo's.
Therefore, this God of Destruction was quite low-key.
After all, to eat, one still had to go through the main body. Eating inside that robot was more troublesome.
The wedding finally concluded.
That day, Vegeta kept Son Goku, Master Roshi, and the others.
Son Goku and Chi-Chi walked towards their room.
Chi-Chi, however, looked rather unhappy.
"Chi-Chi, what's wrong? You've been sulking all day." Son Goku scratched his head and asked.
"Hmph." Chi-Chi snorted, "Don't you know why I'm unhappy?"
"If you don't tell me, how would I know?" Son Goku was confused.
"Hmph, Vegeta gave Bulma such a wonderful wedding... What about you? We didn't even have a wedding ceremony." Chi-Chi pouted, feeling a sense of injustice.
"So that's why you're unhappy... Then shall we also have a wedding like this?" Son Goku understood. "But I don't really understand these formalities... I'll ask Vegeta for help then."
"Having the same wedding, is that interesting?" Chi-Chi still couldn't cheer up.
Just as Chi-Chi was saying this, she suddenly felt nauseous and quickly ran to the restroom to vomit.
"What's wrong, Chi-Chi? Did you eat something bad?" Son Goku asked.
"I... I... I think I'm pregnant." Chi-Chi suddenly realized something, her face flushing red.
"Pregnant? What are you pregnant with?" Son Goku scratched his head.
"Goku... it seems you're going to be a father." Chi-Chi said softly.
"Huh? Really?" Son Goku was stunned. "Is it true?"
"Actually, now that I think about it, if we can have a healthy child, then a wedding really doesn't seem that important anymore." Chi-Chi looked at Son Goku tenderly.
"Really? I'm going to be a father!" Son Goku was a little excited.
...
That day, Vegeta spent an unforgettable night with Bulma.
An hour later.
Bulma lay in Vegeta's arms, playing with his tail.
"Vegeta, Chi-Chi seems to be pregnant." Bulma said.
"Let me clarify, it's not mine." Vegeta quickly stated.
Bulma: "..."
"I didn't say it was yours!" Bulma said angrily.
"That's better. Don't pin everything on me." Vegeta breathed a sigh of relief.
"You wouldn't, would you, Vegeta? You wouldn't even let Goku's wife go?" Bulma snorted.
"No, absolutely not!" Vegeta promised.
"Hmph, forget it." Bulma huffed.
"I wonder if we'll have a child in this last hour," Vegeta mused. "Shall we try again?"
"Ah... no..." Bulma exclaimed.
...
Outside.
"Hey, Rumsshi, shouldn't we go and sneak a peek? And maybe take a video or something, what do you say?" Helles grinned and said to Rumsshi.
"You should forget it..." Rumsshi shook his head. "It's a miracle that kid isn't causing trouble. And you want to go and provoke him."
"Tsk, just kidding." Helles rolled his eyes and suddenly thought of something, asking, "But speaking of which, Vegeta's behavior when he was toasting earlier was a bit unusual. He actually gave Sidra 100 bottles of white liquor. I thought there would be a fight."
"Don't be silly. There were so many ordinary people at the wedding, and Vegeta's clansmen. If a fight broke out, his clansmen or his friends would probably be implicated." Rumsshi replied. "Vegeta isn't that stupid! Besides, today is his wedding day. It's not appropriate to fight on the wedding day in our Universe 10."
"So, that kid plans to settle the score with Sidra in a few days?" Helles understood.
"Of course, that guy Sidra is ungrateful..." Rumsshi shook his head and sighed. "By the way, I wonder if that small bottle can still fit another God of Destruction."
Helles: "..."
"Vegeta wouldn't put Sidra into that small bottle too, would he?" Helles mused.
"It's not impossible." Rumsshi nodded. "And to deal with someone like Sidra, it seems neither of us would need to step in."