Dragon Ball: Summoning Whis at the Start Chapter 98 98: Call Me the Candidate God of Destruction

"Now that looks much better."

Gran admired the newly pants-wearing little Goku one more ti, then casually tossed the boy toward Bulma.

With a soft whump, Bulma caught Goku. Everything happened so fast that her mind was still completely blank.

"Y–you… just who are you?" Yamcha asked cautiously, eyes narrowing.

"Yeah, who exactly are you?"

Bulma held little Goku tightly in her arms, staring dead-on at the handso young man wearing strange clothes.

He looked so familiar. That outfit… she was sure she had seen it sowhere before.

And his face—she'd definitely seen soone like him.

"Gran, the girl you ntioned earlier is her, right?"

Beerus appeared beside Gran in a flash, Whis arriving with him.

Unlike Beerus, Whis shifted his gaze toward little Goku but displayed no unusual reaction.

"Girl?"

Bulma was the only female here—she instantly realized that the skinny hairless cat was referring to her.

Startled, she hugged Goku tighter and took two steps back.

Wait—no!

Even this weird cat… looked familiar!

"Lord Beerus, haven't you t her before?" Gran chuckled.

From his point of view, Bulma wore a small blue vest, her pale-blue hair tied up into a high ponytail.

Fair skin, a delicate face, cherry lips

And especially her big, bright, round eyes, full of youthful energy.

"I've seen her before?"

Beerus blinked, stared at Bulma again, then shook his head.

"Don't rember. Don't know her."

The only thing he ever rembered was good food.

"Then let remind you. Years ago, a little girl called a beggar, and you wanted to destroy her. Ring any bells?"

"That happened?"

Beerus frowned and began trying to rember.

"It was you!"

Bulma suddenly recalled everything in an instant.

No wonder he looked familiar

He was that beggar boy!

Back then, this guy squatted in the park pretending to be holess and scamd money off her!

"You scamr! Give back my money!"

Bulma would rember that incident for her entire life.

But after witnessing the overwhelming power Gran just displayed, she didn't dare yell—she only muttered weakly behind him.

"Ohh, so you ant her!"

Beerus finally rembered. His face darkened instantly.

"Foolish mortal! Hurry and take us to that so-called food street, or I'll destroy you!"

Destroy?

Before Bulma could even process that

Gran raised his hand and fired an energy blast toward a distant patch of wilderness hundreds of li away.

BOOOOM!

A small mushroom cloud rose into the sky.

Bulma and the others stared in shock.

Was this… power a human could have?

"I trust you don't have any objections now?"

Without waiting for Bulma to answer, Gran appeared beside her in an instant.

He placed a hand on her shoulder and lifted his other hand to his forehead.

Beerus and Whis reacted in perfect sync, appearing behind Gran and placing their hands on his shoulder as well.

Instant Transmission.

Whoosh!

Together with Bulma and little Goku, Gran and his group vanished without a trace.

Leaving Yamcha and the others blown about in the wind—utterly speechless.

The Lookout

Mr. Popo stood at the edge and retracted his gaze.

"So they were just coming for food again… I thought I was going to be killed for the third ti."

"But only eight years passed, and he already broke through to the Divine Dinsion…"

"And that little Saiyan… interesting…"

West City

On the other side of West City—far from the high-tech districts—lay the residential area of ordinary Earthlings.

A lively food street stretched ahead, filled with takoyaki, oden, fried chicken, sushi, sakura mochi…

All kinds of street stalls.

A dazzling sight—almost too much to take in.

Gran and the others stood there.

"So I was searching in the wrong place from the start. Of course only locals know where the real good food is."

Trying to find street snacks in the high-tech zone…

Impossible.

Gran looked at the food street, speechless at himself.

"Locals?"

Bulma puffed her cheeks.

She wanted to punch this guy, but that mushroom-cloud blast earlier made her only dare curse him internally.

"Lord Beerus, Whis—how's the food here…?"

Gran stopped mid-sentence.

Beerus and Whis had vanished.

They were already hopping from stall to stall, slling, tasting, sniffing—like children in paradise.

A thick blend of aromas filled the entire street, tempting enough to make anyone's mouth water.

"D-delicious…!"

"What is this divine aroma?!"

"This planet is unbelievable! Besides instant noodles, it has this much good food?!"

"Hahaha! Gran, you're my lucky star—how did you even find such a miraculous planet?!"

"Ugh, just thinking about all the garbage I've eaten before makes sick!"

"Food like this must be enjoyed slowly… then once we get bored of it, we can use it to tornt that fat pig."

"…"

Beerus and Whis were now eating at every single stall, even waiting patiently in long lines.

As Beerus said:

Anyone capable of making good food deserved certain privileges.

"Hey…"

Bulma held little Goku and kept close behind Gran.

"I'm not called 'hey.' You can call Gran

Or you may call Candidate God of Destruction, Sir."

Gran happily ate his takoyaki.

"G-God?"

Bulma jumped. Was this guy insane?

"Yes. I am a god."

Gran turned from the takoyaki stall, put down his food, and suddenly released a faint—but terrifying—divine pressure.

BOOM!

Everyone in the food street paled instantly.

"Y-you…"

Bulma dropped to the ground with little Goku in her arms.

"All right. Help pay for this. Thanks."

Gran smiled kindly and withdrew the divine pressure.

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