Early the next morning, the vast courtyard of Capsule Corporation became unusually busy.
Private jets from all over the world landed one after another.
Stepping off the planes were the most renowned master chefs from every major cuisine on Earth.
Under normal circumstances, these figures only served royalty, top nobles, or ultra-wealthy elites who had to wait years just to secure a booking.
But today, Bulma Briefs, the world's richest woman, had summoned them all—using an irresistible contract and an astronomical sum of money.
There was only one mission.
To combine their lifelong skills and the finest ingredients on Earth to create an unprecedented—
Feast of the Gods.
Dozens of open-air kitchens were temporarily constructed across the lawn.
Fresh ingredients were flown in continuously from every corner of the globe.
Virtually every top-tier ingredient imaginable was gathered here.
The air was thick with mouth-watering aromas.
Vegeta stood on the villa's balcony, watching the bustling scene below, a faint anticipation stirring in his chest.
Though he wasn't as obsessed with food as Goku, even he had never seen something on this scale.
"How are the preparations?" Vegeta asked as he entered the living room.
Bulma was completely swamped, coordinating through multiple communicators at once.
"Relax, my Prince."
Without looking up, Bulma issued another set of instructions.
"Everything's in the final stages. I guarantee Whis will be satisfied."
She ended the call, lifted her coffee, took a sip, and smiled confidently.
"Alright. Everything's ready."
Bulma picked up the strangely shaped communicator on the table and handed it to Vegeta.
"Here. Your turn."
"…Me?" Vegeta froze.
"Aren't you calling him?"
She rolled her eyes.
"You're the one who wants to train, not me. Of course you have to invite him personally. Besides, I don't want too much contact with beings who can destroy Earth on a whim."
"I…" Vegeta's face instantly flushed.
Him—Prince Vegeta—to personally invite someone, using polite words?
His pride screamed in protest.
"What? You don't want to?" Bulma raised an eyebrow.
"Then forget it. I'll just consider all this prep wasted. It's no loss to me."
She reached for the communicator.
"Wait!" Vegeta snatched it back.
It's just saying a few nice words!
To become stronger.
To surpass Loren.
To surpass Goku!
What's a little humiliation compared to that?!
It's just a phone call!
No big deal!
Vegeta repeated this mantra in his head.
Finally, he gritted his teeth and pressed the switch.
"…Hello?"
Static crackled.
Vegeta's heart jumped.
He answered.
"Oh ho ho ho." Whis's cheerful voice came through.
"Is that Miss Bulma? Do you have more delicious food prepared?"
Vegeta broke into a cold sweat.
He cleared his throat, forcing his tone to stay as dignified as possible.
"Ahem. It's me. Vegeta."
There was a brief pause.
"Oh? Mr. Vegeta."
Whis sounded mildly surprised.
"That is unexpected. What brings you to contact me?"
"That…" Vegeta swallowed hard.
"Well… to thank Lord Beerus and you for… for showing mercy last time… We've prepared a… a small banquet. We'd like to invite you and Lord Beerus to taste it."
The moment he finished speaking, Vegeta felt as if his soul had left his body.
Silence.
His heart nearly stopped.
Did I sound too stiff?
Too awkward?
Too arrogant?
Just as panic set in—
"A banquet?" Whis's voice brightened.
"Is it like last time? Lots and lots of delicious food?"
Hope!
Vegeta and Bulma exchanged looks.
"Y-Yes!" Vegeta answered immediately.
"It's a hundred times grander! We've gathered the finest ingredients from all over the world! We guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
"Oh—!" A blissful sigh came through the communicator.
"The world's finest ingredients… That truly is an irresistible invitation."
Then—
"However."
Vegeta's heart skipped again.
"Lord Beerus just finished eating and has fallen asleep. When he sleeps, it can be decades—or even a century—before he wakes. So this time, only I can come."
Beerus isn't coming?
That's even better.
"No problem! None at all!" Vegeta said quickly.
"Lord Beerus's rest is important! We would be honored to welcome you alone!"
"Oh ho ho ho." Whis laughed softly.
"Then I won't stand on ceremony. I'll be there shortly."
"Yes! We await your esteemed arrival!"
The call ended.
Vegeta exhaled deeply.
It felt harder than winning a battle.
"Well done, Prince."
Bulma patted his shoulder, grinning.
"The way you were groveling just now, I almost thought you were possessed."
Vegeta's face turned red.
"Hmph! That was strategic diplomacy!"
"Yes, yes," Bulma laughed.
She clapped her hands.
"Alright. The angel's taken the bait. Everyone, get ready. We welcome our guest… With the most delicious food Earth has to offer."
At her command, the entire courtyard shifted into final preparations.
...
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