“C’mon, Vegetto! The young maiden clearly said that you must keep that up for a week. Just try it out! Its good for the soul.” Clark said as he devoured the crunchy noodles, slurping it up within seconds. He blinked when Mooli wiped at the Potara’s leg. “W-whoa, careful! The noodles will go everywhere!” The Kryptonian was lost in the paradise of delicious food.
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Malugia winced when specks of juices from Cayde’s bowl landed on his face. He turned to the machine, practically speechless of what just inspired. It was one thing that someone dared to touch him, but to causally spray food on his face was another lay of disrespect.
He wanted to lash out, but seeing everyone ignored him, including Vegetto who could care less about his overall intentions solidified that it was futile. Instead, pure embarrassment from the humiliation he received since the tournament ended clouded his mind. Everyone had little to no interest about his status of “omnipotence”. They were more concerned about the food from Daiman’s wish. Daiman no longer shown nervous around him, and the boy went to Vegetto, Mooli and Clark to have a sit on the table.
His face turning red, Malugia tugged his arm until he managed to break away from Brachi’s grasp. Her strong grip left a stinging red mark on his wrist. “Damn it…” He ran off towards the exit. He stopped and turned to the rest. “You will regret this! Once the war begins, we won’t show any mercy!” He warned before leaving the newly formed restaurant.
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“No, no. Just you, Berserk. You and I will be departing from this group. Now that I see the full capabilities of the Breakers, this grants me insight of my next tasks to secure their development. However, that cannot be done if I’m here with them; my departure is necessary for this to work.” Lucifer pointed his finger at Berserk’s tattoos. “While you did wonders adjusting to the complexities of becoming a fiend, you still need proper guidance and training. That cannot happen if I’m not here to do so. You will have to come along with me to ensure that you tap to the fullest potential of your new powers.”
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Once outside, Malugia spotted Spina walking. “Huh? Is that man… wait… What is this pressure?” The Evil God sense a “semblance” of darkness in the man. It wasn’t “toxic” that was presence in Vegetto, but to the god, it was good enough. “I’ll just take over his body then. Don’t know why I didn’t sense it earlier, but who cares.”
Just Malugia got closed, he ran into Spina when the latter stopped all the sudden. “Ouch…” He looked up, seeing Spina’s face, which disturbed him. “…?!”
“Don’t even try. I’ll kill you now.” Spina threatened by raising his arm at the evil god and gathered energy.
“Huh?! Teleport!” Malugia vanished quickly before Spina could fire the blast.
“Hmph…” Spina lowered his arm and started walking again. Before he could go far, he noticed Turles standing near one of the shopping tents. The Pirate was picking out some products since they were abandoned after everyone turned into cards.
“Not a people person, huh? Spina, right?” Turles crossed his arms with a smirk. “You’re an interesting guy, you know? The way you battle was different from the Saiyans I’ve known back in my world.”
“What of it? What do you want.” Spina asked. His emotions were dull, uninterested in hearing what he had to say.
“I need someone like that to join my group. This place is a huge place, and great for pickings.” Turles turned to Spina. “There’s an area far away that I need…” He stopped himself. “Never mind that, join my group. I’m sure you will find things a little bit more entertaining then the group you’re with now. Like, that Vegetto right? Talk about a walking ego. Don’t know how you stand it being his lackey—”
“I’m no one’s lackey.” Spina quickly retorted.
“Yeah, yeah, but you get what I mean, right? Drop them and join me. Together, we’ll make a damn good team, you know? Just us doing whatever the hell we want in this place sounds like a good damn dream. Plus, you can get to fight strong guys around here. I see that blue popsicle stringing you along. I’m sure you can do better than that! Hell, the place I’m going after this has this one chick. She’s damn strong and maybe you can hit it off—”
“Not interested. Now begone.” Spina walked past him, no longer caring for the conversation.
“…Tch.” Turles let out an annoyed grunt. “At least consider it! I’m always open once you changed your mind!”
