"It's already arranged. At present, in the planet we sent Vegeta and the others, there are almost no powerful opponents worthy enough to face Vegeta." Berryblue replied, her wizened face revealing a hint of calculated cunning. She stood with perfect posture, hands clasped before her as she delivered the report.
"Hehehe, Berryblue, you're evil~." Frieza laughed, his tail swishing lazily behind him as he took another sip of milk tea. His ruby eyes remained fixed on the viewing window where Planet Vegeta had been reduced to nothing more than scattered cosmic debris. The destruction painted a grotesque tableau against the backdrop of stars—a monument to his absolute power.
Frieza was in a good mood.
The sweet, complex flavors of the milk tea rolled across his tongue as he savored both the beverage and the annihilation of a race he had grown to despise. The warm cup in his cold hands and the warmth of satisfaction in his chest made for a perfect moment. Drinking milk tea while finally witnessing the destruction of the Saiyan race—what a pleasant thing this was.
The Sixth Universe.
Champa's planet floated serenely in the cosmic void, a small paradise of divine luxury. Its manicured gardens and ornate structures stood in stark contrast to the emptiness of space surrounding it. Within the central pavilion, the rotund form of Champa, God of Destruction of the Sixth Universe, lounged on plush cushions that barely supported his immense girth.
"Hey, Vados, have you discovered any new food recently?" Champa asked, rubbing his large stomach with circular motions. His ears twitched with anticipation, and his eyes narrowed with the seriousness that he reserved exclusively for culinary matters.
Standing beside him, tall and elegant, Vados held her angel scepter with practiced grace. Her pale blue skin seemed to shimmer in the soft light of the pavilion as she answered, "All food of our 6th universe, Master Champa has already tasted. There is nothing else for the time being." She raised her scepter, its orb glowing with ethereal light as she carefully scanned the vastness of the 6th universe for any culinary developments she might have missed.
After several moments of intense concentration, Vados shook her head in disappointment, her white hair swaying gently with the motion.
She also wanted to enjoy new food. The monotony of serving the same dishes to her gluttonous master had become tedious. Unfortunately, this was the case with the 6th universe—Champa had eaten everything there was, and there was no freshness left to discover.
Champa's ears drooped slightly before a devious thought crossed his mind. He rolled his yellow eyes toward Vados and asked in a low, conspiratorial tone, "Vados, do you think the 7th universe has anything new?"
"I haven't scanned it, I don't know," Vados replied with a small shake of her head, though a glimmer of interest sparked in her eyes.
"While my brother is sleeping, you can quickly investigate it. Maybe there will be discoveries." Champa grinned, his fangs gleaming as he leaned forward with sudden enthusiasm. "I heard that there is a planet called Vanford, which is known for its food. I've tasted it before, it wasn't comparable with our 6th universe, but maybe they've discovered something new after all this time."
"Okay, Master Champa, let me take a look." Vados's eyes lit up slightly at the prospect of finding something novel. The angel's scepter in her slender hand flashed several times as she directed its powers across the barrier between universes, searching the vast expanse of Universe 7.
After a moment of intense concentration, her expression brightened. "Oh? Master Champa, a new drink has been discovered on planet Vanford, and it's very popular." Vados announced, her voice carrying a hint of genuine excitement.
"New drink? Is it good?" Champa was stunned, his ears perking up before skepticism settled on his features. "Compared to drink, I like food better." He crossed his pudgy arms over his chest defensively.
"This drink is called milk tea. It's made from mixing milk and tea through special processing," Vados explained, her eyes focused on the image projected by her scepter. "I have never drunk something like this before."
"Can it be delicious?" Champa wasn't very optimistic about milk tea, his nose wrinkling slightly at the concept.
"I don't know," Vados shook her head, her white hair swaying elegantly. "But it's said that milk tea is a drink that has taken the 7th universe by storm, and even many people have started going to planet Vanford just to taste it."
"Oh? So it should be delicious, right?" Champa's eyes lit up slightly, his initial skepticism melting away at the thought of something popular enough to draw travelers across the cosmos.
"Master Champa, should we go and taste it?" Vados asked with a knowing smile, already anticipating his answer.
"I'm going, of course, I'm going..." Champa nodded vigorously, then frowned as a thought occurred to him. "It's just that the journey is a bit far away, so I'll have to fly for more than an hour." His voice took on a whining quality at the prospect of enduring such an inconvenience.
"Sometimes a journey full of expectations makes the food even more enjoyable," Vados suggested diplomatically, hiding her amusement at her master's perpetual laziness.
Champa pondered her words for a moment before making up his mind. "Let's go." His decision was firm, the potential reward outweighing the tedium of travel.
Whoosh!
The two turned into bright flames of divine energy, rose rapidly into the sky above Champa's planet, then instantly disappeared into the void, bound for Universe 7.
The 7th universe.
Vanford planet.
Renkon's milk tea shop stood in the bustling commercial district of Vanford's capital city. The modest establishment had a simple elegance to it—clean lines, warm colors, and the enticing aroma of tea and spices wafting through its open doorway. Despite its unassuming appearance, it had become the focal point of tremendous attention.
There was a long line stretching from its entrance, winding through the street and around several corners. At least a thousand patrons waited patiently, a diverse collection of species from across the galaxy all united by a single desire—to taste Renkon's legendary milk tea.
Renkon himself stood at the doorway, his Saiyan features partially hidden beneath the simple apron he wore. Despite his attempt to blend in, his powerful physique and intense eyes marked him as different from the Vanford natives.
"Dear fellow friends, can't you read the sign? Our milk tea only sells 1,000 cups a day, while stocks last," Renkon called out loudly, his voice carrying effortlessly over the murmur of the crowd. He gestured toward a wooden sign beside the door that clearly stated the daily limit. "730 cups have been sold today, and the number of people in this line is at least 2/3. You people in the back won't get some today, go back tomorrow."
As his announcement spread through the crowd, many of those standing at the rear of the line shook their heads with disappointment. Some cursed under their breath, but most accepted the reality and dispersed, planning to return earlier the next day.
However, many remained, unwilling to abandon their place in line despite the slim odds of success. Their determination was a testament to the reputation Renkon's creation had earned.
"Hey, Renkon, do you know who King Cold is?"
The sudden question cut through the orderly atmosphere. An alien with purple skin and dark spots covering his body pushed his way through the crowd. He moved with the entitled confidence of someone accustomed to intimidating others into submission. His lips curved into a smug smile as he locked eyes with Renkon.
"I don't know," Renkon replied flatly, barely sparing the intruder a glance before returning to his work. "Don't disturb me from making milk tea. If you want some, go in line behind, and don't jump in!"
Despite his dismissive response, Renkon knew exactly who this was—Cui, one of Frieza's mid-level subordinates. The realization that Cui was here asking for milk tea on behalf of Frieza's father sent a ripple of contempt through him.
I'm not making milk tea to catch Frieza and his father, Renkon thought with disdain. I was fishing for Whis! Frieza is a fool! I could kill him with one finger!
Cui's face contorted with indignation at being so casually dismissed. "You're lying!" he snarled, jabbing a finger toward Renkon. "Do you think I don't know who you are? You're a Saiyan! How is it possible that a Saiyan doesn't know King Cold and the Frieza Army?" His voice rose to a shout, designed to intimidate not just Renkon but everyone around them. "Humph, don't test my patience!"
The effect on the crowd was immediate. At the mention of King Cold and the Frieza Army, many customers blanched with fear. Some took involuntary steps backward, while others hurriedly cleared a path for Cui. None of them was willing to risk their lives merely for a cup of milk tea, no matter how delicious.
"I, I, I... don't mind giving my place to this guy..." stammered the customer at the front of the line, gently nudged forward by those behind him. His face was pale, eyes darting nervously between Cui and the exit.
Cui's smile widened into a predatory grin as he watched the crowd part before him. "So, Renkon, do you still think that I should line up to get milk tea?" he asked, voice dripping with contempt as he strode to the front of the line.
Standing before Renkon now, Cui leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You'd better prepare the milk tea. If King Cold isn't satisfied with it, I'll tear down your milk tea shop instantly." His eyes gleamed with malicious pleasure as he added, "Also, I would like to inform you, since I'm afraid you don't know, Planet Vegeta has been destroyed, and you're my friend, one of the very few people left of your race!" A cruel laugh escaped his lips. "Haha, unfortunately, you're a loser with only a power level of 100!"
Boom!
Renkon didn't bother listening to Cui's continued taunts. With a casual gesture that seemed almost lazy, he gently waved his hand. Instantly, powerful energy erupted from his palm, invisible to most but devastatingly potent, enveloping Cui's body completely.
The purple-skinned warrior didn't even have time to register shock before he was launched backward, his body becoming a blur as it rocketed away from the shop.
Boom! Boom!!
Cui's form continued its involuntary flight, crashing through several buildings before finally impacting a mountain thousands of meters in the distance. The distant peak shuddered from the force, a cloud of dust rising from where Cui's body had penetrated the solid rock.
Cui was dead, his life snuffed out as casually as one might swat an insect.
A stunned silence fell over the crowd. Eyes widened, jaws dropped, and a collective gasp rose from the gathered patrons. The display of power had been so unexpected, so effortless, that it defied comprehension.
Are you kidding? The collective thought seemed to hang in the air. Was the owner of the Milk Tea shop this powerful?
Many in the crowd knew of Cui by reputation. He was counted among Lord Frieza's elite soldiers, feared throughout conquered worlds for his cruelty and strength. Yet the owner of a simple milk tea shop had dispatched him with nothing more than a casual slap of energy.
Renkon's gaze swept over the crowd before settling on another soldier wearing the distinctive armor of Frieza's legion. The man had been standing to the side, clearly accompanying Cui but now frozen in terror.
"You," Renkon said, pointing directly at the soldier, "go back and tell King Cold and Frieza that if you want milk tea, you have to line up like anyone else. Otherwise, no milk tea for you." His tone was matter-of-fact, as if discussing the weather rather than defying the most feared beings in the galaxy.
"You... are..." The soldier stammered, visibly trembling. A part of him wanted to avenge his comrade and assert the authority of Frieza's army, but self-preservation kept him rooted in place. His scouter had clearly shown Renkon's power level at a mere 100, yet Cui had been eliminated without effort. The contradiction paralyzed him with confusion and fear.
Renkon's patience was wearing thin. "Aren't you going away?" he asked coldly, his eyes narrowing. "What am I seeing here? Is that some annoyance in your eyes?" The threat in his voice was unmistakable, promising the same fate as Cui's if the soldier didn't comply immediately.