Inside the other-dimensional space, the concept of time was blurred compared to the outside world.
Whitley... or rather, a massive golden ape covered in dazzling fur, was currently pacing back and forth in agitation.
Each time its enormous foot landed, it sent a dull echo through the void.
The boiling golden aura around its body was like a fiercely burning flame, emitting a terrifying and tyrannical energy fluctuation.
"Roar..."
A low growl rumbled from its throat. The incomprehensible roar was tinged with obvious frustration.
Above its head, an artificial moon he had meticulously constructed was emitting a soft wave of light, maintaining his Great Ape form.
Successfully transforming into a Golden Great Ape while perfectly retaining his sanity—the first step of this experiment had been, for him, quite easy.
However, the problem lay in the next step!
Transforming back from this powerful Golden Great Ape form to a humanoid form, and then stably maintaining that humanoid transformation...
This crucial step was like hitting an invisible wall! No matter how he tried, he was always missing that key feeling!
"I'm seriously fed up! What's holding this transformation back?"
The Great Ape that was Whitley scratched its head with its giant, golden-furred claws.
The gesture made him look both ferocious and a bit goofy, like an oversized golden snub-nosed monkey trying to be cute.
"The energy is sufficient, my mind is clear, and my control is fine... so why can't I change back?"
He could clearly feel the vast, ocean-like power within his body.
This power was far wilder, more primal, and at the same time, more powerful than the Super Saiyan 3 transformation!
But this power now made him feel as if he were imprisoned in a small cage.
He possessed astonishing explosive power but couldn't find the right way to open the cage. The feeling was incredibly frustrating.
After pacing back and forth for dozens of circles, Whitley's patience gradually wore thin.
A ruthless glint flashed in his huge, scarlet ape eyes.
Screw it! I don't care anymore! his mind began to roar. If the gentle approach doesn't work, then it's time for some strong medicine! I'll just push the power of this Great Ape form to its absolute limit first! I refuse to believe this won't work!
Whitley was a man of action! He began to continuously release the wild power inherent in his Great Ape body!
"ROOOOOOOAR!!!!!!!!"
A ferocious ape roar, powerful enough to shake the entire other-dimensional space, suddenly erupted!
The sound wave spread out like a tangible shockwave!
This roar carried the immense power of his Great Ape form, a power so great that it even caused faint ripples in this stable space!
Following the roar, the already boiling power within Whitley was completely ignited!
The golden aura expanded explosively like the Big Bang, its volume instantly increasing several times over!
The searing light completely engulfed him!
From a distance, it was like the first star born at the dawn of the universe, burning wildly in this void-like other dimension!
CRACKLE—!
Countless large, blue-white bolts of lightning began to spawn and dance within his massive golden aura!
These were not the fine arcs of lightning of a Super Saiyan 2, but were filled with destructive power and extreme ferocity!
What surprised Whitley even more was that an indescribable tyranny and battle lust, originating from the deepest part of his bloodline, began to surge uncontrollably.
The feeling was like an awakened primeval beast, constantly trying to wash away his reason!
"Hmm?!"
Whitley was alarmed and immediately focused his mind. 'What's going on? My sanity is still intact, and my emotions aren't out of control, but... why has my ki become so... violent?'
This was not normal!
The "Ultra Instinct" he practiced emphasized a mind as still as water and a body that moved with the mind's will.
Logically, even after transforming into a Great Ape, his ki should be powerful yet restrained, and should not have this feeling of wanting to destroy everything.
While stabilizing his mind against the surging primitive desire for battle, he carefully felt every change in his own ki.
At the same time, in order to control this rampaging power, he subconsciously began to mobilize deeper power.
The characteristics of Super Saiyan Full Power began to faintly appear on his Great Ape body.
But strangely... the arcs of electricity became even denser!
At the very moment this struggle between power and will reached its peak in his body and mind, his ki soaring to its apex...
Whitley was suddenly inspired, his mind grasping a fleeting moment of enlightenment!
"I get it!"
A light of realization burst forth from his giant ape eyes!
"The essence of the Super Saiyan 4 transformation is not simply the stacking of energy and a change in form!"
"It is to completely awaken and master the most primitive, wildest, and also most powerful—tyranny—within the Saiyan bloodline! Using this as fuel and a catalyst, the vast power of the Great Ape is thoroughly compressed, ultimately achieving an effect akin to returning to one's true nature, allowing oneself to evolve again!"
"In this process, not only is power not lost, but it will undergo a qualitative leap due to the extreme compression!"
"This is the essence of Super Saiyan 4!!! It is the ultimate form born for battle!"
Having finally understood the crux of the problem, Whitley no longer tried to suppress the surging battle intent and violent aura.
Instead, he began to proactively open his heart! To accept and guide this power that originated from the roots of his race!
"Come on! Let me see what kind of power the wildness of a Saiyan can bring!"
He completely let go of his mind, allowing that violent battle intent to fill his thoughts!
At this moment, he could almost hear countless ancient Saiyans roaring within his bloodline!
That instinctual desire to fight, to conquer, to destroy became incredibly clear the moment he let go!
"No wonder... no wonder that guy Vegeta always has 'warrior race' on his lips..."
In this state, Whitley suddenly understood Vegeta's obsession.
"This feeling of being purely born for battle... is truly fascinating!"
His presence climbed crazily once more. The golden aura and blue-white lightning intertwined, and the violent energy fluctuations were enough to terrify any expert who sensed them!
When this power and battle intent were pushed to an unprecedented peak—
Now!
All of Whitley's focus was instantly concentrated, guiding the violent energy that could tear apart stars not to explode outwards, but to frantically compress inwards!
"Ah..... HAAAAAAAA!!!!!!"
A shout, different from the previous Great Ape roar, more like a mixture of human and beast, suddenly burst from his mouth!
A dazzling light instantly enveloped his giant ape-like body, forming a massive cocoon of light!
A few short seconds later, the cocoon of light began to shrink rapidly, its internal structure undergoing a heaven-and-earth-shattering change!
Until the light gradually dissipated...
A brand new figure stood tall in the other dimension.
Whitley's original short, spiky black hair was gone.
In its place was a wild and untamed mane of thick black hair that reached his waist, but the roots glowed with a burning red! As if infinite lava was flowing from them!
The skin on his upper body was covered in a layer of bright red fur, like a natural red battle suit, filled with a sense of wild power!
Conspicuous red eye shadow appeared around his eyes, adding a touch of demonic majesty to his appearance.
His lower body was clad in black pants, which rustled in the wind generated by his powerful aura.
A thick tail twitched erratically behind him. He was still surrounded by a golden aura, but it was mixed with wisps of red light.
His presence was no longer simply peaceful or violent, but a sense of ultimate power that could tear through everything and break all rules!
Super Saiyan 4—Whitley, officially debuted!
Whitley slowly opened his eyes. They were still clear, but they now held a wild and sharp glint.
He looked at his new body and subconsciously clenched his fist.
VMMMM—BOOM—!!!!!!
Without him even needing to deliberately activate it, a terrifying, world-destroying power naturally erupted from his body!
A golden aura shot into the sky, interspersed with countless violent red bolts of lightning that swept out in all directions!
The entire other-dimensional space trembled violently under this power, as if the space itself could not withstand its ferocious force!
At this moment, Whitley even had the illusion that he was invincible.
As if he could shatter the void with a casual wave, and destroy the universe with a full-power blow!
"So this... is the power of a Super Saiyan 4?!"
He looked down at his hands, feeling the surging, boundless energy within him, which far surpassed any form except Ultra Instinct. The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curve upwards. "This feeling is truly... the best!!!"
On the lawn of the God of Destruction's Realm, Whis was sitting leisurely at his small tea table.
He watched with a smile as the flustered Oracle Fish used its small fins, struggling to pour hot water into the teapot.
Suddenly, a very subtle hint of surprise flashed in Whis's calm eyes. He smiled slightly and let out a soft, "Oh my~"
The sound startled the Oracle Fish, making its fin tremble. The spout of the teapot tilted, and hot water nearly splashed onto itself.
It turned its head timidly to look at Whis, thinking it had accidentally done something wrong again... No! I did nothing wrong! It's all Whis's fault for being petty!
But Whis's expression had already returned to calm.
Only the corner of his mouth still held a smile, as if he had discovered something extremely interesting. He sighed softly to himself, "To think there's such a violent direction for transformation. The Saiyan race is truly full of unexpected surprises and possibilities."
And at the same time, in the depths of the God of Destruction's palace.
Beerus, who was meditating with his eyes closed, fully focused on breaking through that final barrier, suddenly snapped his eyes open.
"This ki... violent, wild, yet it contains astonishingly great power... is that that brat Whitley? A Saiyan... what an interesting race, always coming up with new tricks."
A hint of surprise and curiosity flashed in his cat-like pupils. He subconsciously stroked his chin and murmured to himself, "I can't believe that guy has gotten stronger again... It seems I have to step up my game too! I can't really let this brat surpass me!"
Then his eyes sharpened. He slowly closed them again, sinking even deeper into his training.
At this time, Whitley had spent some time gradually familiarizing himself with and mastering the wild power of his new Super Saiyan 4 form.
He swung his fists and feet casually, feeling the immense power generated by each movement.
For a moment, he felt incomparably exhilarated!
But soon, he discovered a small "side effect" of this transformation.
The surging battle intent that had been stirred up by the transformation had not subsided as he gained control of the power.
Instead, it was burning ever brighter, like an ignited bonfire. His body strongly craved a hearty battle to vent it all!
"Tsk! It seems I need to find a suitable opponent for a fight..." Whitley subconsciously crossed his arms and muttered to himself.
But then he suddenly realized, "Huh? Why did I subconsciously copy Vegeta's signature pose?"
He looked at his crossed arms with a mix of amusement and annoyance and quickly lowered them. "Is acting cool also a side effect of transforming into a Super Saiyan 4? What kind of ridiculous setting is this!"
He shook his head helplessly, pushing the question aside, and shouted up at the "sky" of this space, "Whis, I'm done! Let me out!"
In the courtyard of the God of Destruction's Realm, Whis took a sip of the indescribably bad black tea that the Oracle Fish had brewed after "countless hardships."
The staff floating beside him automatically tapped the ground.
VMMMM!
A spatial exit with shimmering edges silently opened in the courtyard.
When he saw Whitley confidently striding out of the exit, even the well-traveled Whis couldn't help but have a flash of novelty in his eyes.
He covered his mouth and let out a cheerful laugh, his tone slightly teasing. "Oh my~ Whitley-san, are you... dissatisfied with your original image? Or have you... finally decided to enter the fashion world and try a new wild style? It's very handsome~~ Ohohoho~"
Whitley rolled his eyes at Whis, too lazy to engage in the banter.
He plopped down in a nearby chair and, without a second thought, picked up the teapot and started chugging from the spout.
His thirst made him unable to savor the taste; he just tilted his head back and drank it all!
It was as if he was trying to use this pot of tea to suppress the still-boiling battle intent within him.
After finishing, he looked at Whis with a burning gaze and directly issued an invitation. "Whis! Let's fight!!"
Whis shook his head without a second thought, swirled the half-finished tea in his hand, and said with a smile, "I must refuse~ Whitley-san. It is precious afternoon tea time right now. Fighting and such is simply too crude; it would disturb the current tranquil atmosphere."
Whitley looked up speechlessly at the eternally unchanging, sunset-like sky of the God of Destruction's Realm and said irritably, "...at this hour... it's almost dinner time on Earth, and you're still having afternoon tea?"
Seeing that Whis had no intention of fighting, Whitley immediately turned his gaze to the distant God of Destruction's palace, his aura faintly fluctuating. "Fine, if you won't fight, then I'll go find Beerus! That guy will definitely..."
Before he could finish, Whis suddenly spoke, his gentle tone stopping him. "Please don't disturb Lord Beerus for now, Whitley-san."
"Hmm?" Whitley paused, looking at Whis in confusion. "What's wrong? Is that guy sleeping in again..."
"Not at all." Whis shook his head gently, a meaningful smile on his face. "Lord Beerus... is at a critical moment in his secluded training. The next time you meet, Whitley-san, you might... no longer be Lord Beerus's opponent~"
Whitley was shocked!
Secluded training?! A critical moment?!
He immediately pressed, "Could it be that his breakthrough in his realm... is about to succeed?!"
He instantly recalled the fierce battle a few days ago, the scene where Beerus had closed his eyes to comprehend at a critical moment, using him as a whetstone.
He had felt then that Beerus was just one step away. If he hadn't interrupted Beerus's rhythm with his all-out assault, he might have succeeded right then!
Hiss—!
Whitley took a sharp breath, instantly realizing the seriousness of the problem.
Beerus's base power was already greater than his. If he really achieved a breakthrough in his realm and mastered the true "Perfected Ultra Instinct," the boost to his power would be terrifying!
At that time, wouldn't that guy be showing off in front of him every day, taunting him relentlessly?
The thought of Beerus saying with a punchable smile, "Hmph, candidate, you're still a long way off," made Whitley feel a wave of annoyance!
The sense of crisis instantly overwhelmed the boiling battle intent in his body!
He immediately deactivated his Super Saiyan 4 transformation. The red fur and waist-long black hair quickly receded, and he returned to his normal black-haired, black-eyed form.
But the moment his transformation was canceled, Whitley froze, a look of astonishment on his face. "Huh? Wait... this power is...?"
He was surprised to find that his ki in his normal state was significantly stronger than before he had entered the other dimension!
"What's going on?"
He was both shocked and delighted, and he quickly sensed the situation inside his body again. "Does the Super Saiyan 4 transformation have this kind of benefit? I've never heard of a successful transformation directly strengthening one's base battle power in their normal state!"
He ignored everything else and immediately closed his eyes, concentrating on feeling himself, carefully experiencing every change in his power.
Whis, watching his surprised and confused expression, smiled elegantly and was about to explain.
But just then, the Oracle Fish, who had been eavesdropping from its fishbowl, seemed to think this was a good opportunity to show off.
It shot its head out of the water and, pre-empting Whis, said in a "I know everything" tone, "Isn't that simple? Whitley! The reason you've gotten stronger is actually very simple!"
Whitley immediately opened his eyes and looked at the Oracle Fish.
The Oracle Fish flicked its tail proudly and explained in an old-fashioned tone, "It's because your red transformation just now was essentially an awakening of your Saiyan bloodline! It stimulated the deeper potential within your bloodline and optimized your body's strength and physical limits!"
"So you've basically had a bloodline upgrade! Your body's foundation has become stronger, and it's constantly and automatically increasing your energy, so naturally, you'll get stronger!"
The Oracle Fish said with great authority, "However, this enhancement effect is most obvious right after the transformation, like opening a new floodgate. After that... your rate of getting stronger will gradually slow down and become very, very subtle. It will take a long time to accumulate enough to see a difference!"
Whitley was suddenly enlightened!
"I see! Thank you, Oracle Fish!" he thanked the Oracle Fish solemnly. "You've been a great help, Oracle Fish! I'll definitely bring you a big gift next time I go back to Earth! I guarantee you'll be satisfied!"
"Really? That's great! You have to keep your word!" The Oracle Fish was so happy that it started doing flips in its fishbowl, splashing water everywhere.
Whis, watching the Oracle Fish succeed in answering first and securing a gift, saw his gaze freeze for a moment, and the eternal smile on his lips seemed to stiffen for a tenth of a second.
(Whis's inner thoughts: A miscalculation... Oracle Fish-san beat me to it... Does this mean I'll have to share the delicacies from Earth with one more person in the future?)
He cleared his throat lightly, regaining Whitley's attention.
His face returned to its calm and elegant smile as he nodded in confirmation. "Just as Oracle Fish-san said, that is the situation. Your body's foundation has been optimized, which is equivalent to opening up a wider 'road'."
He paused, glanced at the Oracle Fish, which was happily darting around, and then continued, "Although the automatic increase in your power may not seem like much in the future, Whitley-san, your upper limit and potential have been thoroughly enhanced. As long as you calm your mind and train hard, your future progress will be more significant than before, and your upper limit will naturally be higher."
After explaining, Whis looked at Whitley and added very seriously and naturally, his tone carrying an unignorable emphasis, "Of course, Whitley-san, when you are preparing a thank-you gift for Oracle Fish-san, please be sure not to forget my share~ Otherwise... even I will occasionally feel sad and angry, you know~"
Whitley: "..."
He looked at this angel before him, who was so matter-of-factly demanding a gift from his student and was even getting "jealous" of a fish, and was once again left speechless.
Seriously! Whis is such a jerk for competing with a fish for a gift!
Now that he had successfully mastered the Super Saiyan 4 transformation and understood the reason for his base form's power-up, and the battle intent that had arisen from the transformation had temporarily subsided, Whitley had no intention of staying in the God of Destruction's Realm any longer.
After all... Earth had hot food and a soft girlfriend waiting for him, which was much more comfortable than here.
He waved goodbye to Whis and the Oracle Fish. "Alright, my business here is done. I'm heading back. I'll remember about the gifts."
After speaking, he placed his fingers on his forehead.
Swoosh!
Whitley's figure instantly vanished from the God of Destruction's Realm.
After repeatedly confirming that Whitley's ki had completely left the God of Destruction's Realm, the elegant smile on Whis's face remained unchanged.
He slowly, slowly turned his gaze to the Oracle Fish in the fishbowl next to him, which was excitedly blowing bubbles because of the promise of a gift.
Whis's eyes were calm, and the corners of his mouth were even curled into an increasingly "amiable" smile.
The Oracle Fish suddenly felt an indescribable "malice" envelop it.
Its fishy body stiffened, and it cautiously rolled its eyes to meet Whis's gaze, which looked as if he were staring at a grilled fish.
"Uh... th-that... Wh... Whis-san?"
Whis's smile grew brighter and more radiant, his tone as relaxed as if he were discussing the weather. "Hi~ I wonder if you have any orders for me, Oracle Fish-san? Do you have any unfinished 'last words' you need to convey? I would be very happy to listen~"
The Oracle Fish: "!!!"
It was instantly scared out of its wits, its entire body rigid! But it still subconsciously retorted, "J-j-just because I was a little quick with my words just now and made it possible for you to miss out on one meal from Earth... I-I'm going to be disposed of?! Th-that's a bit much, isn't it, Whis... san?"
Whis smiled and nodded very affirmatively, his tone still gentle. "That's right~ After all, you did disturb my enjoyment of 'teaching' my disciple. That 'sin' is very grave, you know~"
"Waaaaah! Lord Beerus, save me!!!"
The Oracle Fish was so scared its little heart was about to jump out!
It couldn't care about anything else!
It shot off with its fishbowl at the fastest speed of its life, like a torpedo, towards the distant God of Destruction's palace.
A piercing cry for help shattered the tranquil sky of the God of Destruction's Realm!
This time, Whis did not stop it, just remained sitting elegantly in his spot.
He picked up the cup of black tea that the Oracle Fish had brewed, took a light sip, and frowned slightly at its terrible taste.
Listening to the faint, extremely impatient roars of Beerus, who had been awakened from his seclusion, coming from the direction of the God of Destruction's palace, as well as the even more miserable cries and pleas of the Oracle Fish.
His face showed no sympathy at all, but instead, a gloating, joyful smile.
"Yare yare~ what a pitiful Oracle Fish-san~" he chuckled to himself, his tone full of the pleasure of watching a good show. "I had already reminded it that now is a critical moment for Lord Beerus's breakthrough, a time when he most dislikes being disturbed~"
He put down the teacup, preparing to brew a new pot for himself, and said to himself, "But... I wonder how many of its privately hoarded treasured snacks the Oracle Fish will have to offer this time to appease Lord Beerus's anger? I'm really looking forward to it~"
Thinking of this, the smile on Whis's lips became even more joyful and brilliant. He had already foreseen the wonderful scene of the Oracle Fish's great loss.
Today, the God of Destruction's Realm was still peaceful, except for... the sad cries of the Oracle Fish and Beerus's irritable scolding.
At this time, in the dining room of the Briefs' estate.
The huge dining table was already laden with all sorts of mouth-watering dishes.
Goku and Trunks were sitting at the table, staring eagerly at the feast.
Their stomachs were growling, just waiting for the moment all the dishes were served and they could start eating.
Just as the robot butler brought the last main course to the table, and Goku and Trunks were about to dig in—
Swoosh!
Whitley's figure appeared out of nowhere in his seat at the dining table.
"Hey! You guys! You're mooching off me in my own house, and you dare to start eating before I, the host, get back?" he grumbled, while quickly taking the wet towel a robot handed him and wiping his hands.
Upon seeing Whitley return, Trunks reflexively put down the utensils he had just picked up.
He sat up straight, preparing to wait for Whitley to start eating first.
For him, this was basic etiquette.
However, Goku, sitting opposite him, saw Whitley and his expression changed dramatically!
"Oh no! Trunks! Eat, quick!!!"
Goku shouted, no longer caring about any table manners!
Like a reincarnated starving ghost, he used both hands to rapidly scoop several plates of meat dishes into his own bowl and onto the plate in front of him.
The food in front of him was instantly piled up like a small mountain!
As he scooped, Goku shouted at Trunks with his mouth full, his voice full of urgency, "Eat quickly! Otherwise, there won't be anything left! This guy Whitley is too strong! We can't compete with him at all!!!"
"Huh? Goku-san... it's just a meal... what does it have to do with strength?"
Trunks was completely bewildered by Goku's over-the-top reaction, utterly clueless, and just sat there with his utensils in hand.
In the short two or three seconds he was dazed, Whitley had already finished wiping his hands and elegantly picked up his chopsticks.
Then, a "table war" of tragic proportions instantly broke out!
Whitley's hands seemed to have turned into countless afterimages! The chopsticks in his hands became invincible divine weapons, accurately and efficiently sweeping through every dish on the table!
Swish swish swish swish!
Plate after plate of dishes emptied at a visible rate! Empty plates appeared one after another!
The food delivery robots instantly went into maximum overload, constantly shuttling between the kitchen and the dining room to bring out new dishes.
However... the speed at which they replenished the food was far slower than the speed at which Whitley devoured it!
Seeing this, Goku directly transformed into a Super Saiyan!
At least with the super-fast hand speed and prediction of a Super Saiyan, he could barely snatch some food from Whitley's "chopstick storm" and stuff it into the overflowing bowl in front of him.
And Trunks, who was witnessing this scene for the first time, was completely dumbfounded.
He held his utensils, staring blankly at the surreal scene before him:
The feast on the table was disappearing as if by magic!
Empty plates were piling up like mountains, and the robots were so busy they were smoking.
Whitley's eating movements were so fast they were just a blur, while Goku-san, as a Super Saiyan, was desperately guarding his food and wolfing it down...
Grumble...
Trunks's stomach let out another uncooperative growl.
He touched his empty stomach, then looked at the rapidly diminishing dishes on the table, a look of wanting to cry but having no tears gradually appearing on his face.
"Wait a minute!! Don't tell me I'll have to rely on Senzu Beans to fill my stomach later?!"
"NOOOOO!!!!!!"
The dinner commotion gradually subsided, and the messy table was cleaned up by the diligent robots.
In the end, Trunks managed to fill his stomach with a little food that Goku had desperately snatched for him and a large amount of rice.
Whitley stood up, completely satisfied. He ignored Trunks's resentful gaze, leisurely went to take a shower, and changed into loose, comfortable loungewear.
He toweled his semi-dry hair and strolled leisurely to Bulma's lab, which was filled with various instruments.
The room was quiet, with only the low hum of machines and the fluorescent glow of the monitors.
Bulma was currently standing in front of a huge monitor, her slender fingers tapping rapidly on the keyboard, completely engrossed in her work.
Her brow was slightly furrowed as she concentrated on debugging a dazzlingly complex stream of data, not even noticing Whitley's approach.
Whitley looked at her back and shook his head. He silently walked up and wrapped his arms around Bulma from behind.
Bulma was startled by the sudden embrace. She subconsciously began to struggle, but after smelling the familiar scent, she relaxed with an annoyed huff and gently elbowed Whitley back. "What are you doing? You scared me! I've already eaten dinner, and I'm busy right now. Whatever it is, we can talk about it later!"
Her tone carried the characteristic annoyance of a researcher whose train of thought had been interrupted.
Whitley glanced at the energy bar wrappers in the trash can nearby and didn't care what Bulma was busy with.
He let out a low chuckle, and with a slight exertion of his arms, he easily swept her up into a princess carry.
"Hey!" Bulma exclaimed, instinctively wrapping her arms around his neck to keep from falling. "Y-you... put me down! Do you hear me! I'm almost done! Just give me ten more minutes... no, five minutes is fine!"
Whitley looked down at Bulma, who was protesting and struggling in his arms like a little kitten, and a wicked smile appeared on his lips.
He closed his eyes and tensed his body slightly.
In an instant, a dazzling light flashed, and in its place was a golden-red aura filled with a wild atmosphere!
The Whitley who had been wearing loungewear was gone.
In his place was the Super Saiyan 4 form, covered in bright red fur, with waist-long hair, red eye shadow, and a golden-red aura!
In order to control his terrifying power so as not to hurt her, Whitley had gone to great lengths to keep his energy in an extremely restrained state, only showing off this wild and charismatic appearance.
Bulma was instantly stunned. All her struggles and complaints were stuck in her throat.
She stared with wide blue eyes, closely examining Whitley's current devilishly handsome and extremely powerful appearance.
She unconsciously swallowed, and her cheeks began to flush slightly.
Whitley maintained that wicked smile, his deep and magnetic voice sounding by her ear, "And now? Do you still want me to put you down, my lovely Bulma?"
Bulma said nothing.
Her breathing was even a little ragged now!
What data model, what final debugging—all of it was instantly thrown to the nine heavens.
She just shot him a chiding glare, but the anger in her eyes was gone, replaced by a hazy color.
Bulma gave a token squirm, then allowed Whitley to carry her and stride out of the lab towards the bedroom.
The bedroom door was gently closed with Whitley's heel, shutting out the outside world.
Soon, only Bulma's alluring, intermittent, sometimes high-pitched, sometimes suppressed, indistinct voice could be heard from the room.
"Hubby... gent... gently. Ooh... woah!"
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