Dragon Ball: West City High Schooler, Captures 18!

After dealing with that scum, Aishi instantly teleported back to Earth.

At the original spot—

No. 21 waited quietly for Aishi's return.

——Whoosh!

No. 21's eyes lit up as she smiled. "You're back?"

Aishi nodded. "Yeah, just went to kill them again in the afterlife."

No. 21 froze, stunned. "Kill them again?"

Aishi nodded casually. "Of course. Anyone who dares to touch what's mine deserves to die."

No. 21: "…"

What's mine…?

Her cheeks flushed pink. She'd lost count of how many times Aishi had tugged at her heartstrings like this.

But truthfully… she didn't hate the feeling.

No. 21 cleared her throat lightly. "Ahem. Well, we should head home. Don't want to keep 18 waiting."

Aishi nodded. They had been out for a while.

So—

The two got into the maglev car. Just as Aishi was about to start it up, a blue maglev vehicle came speeding toward them from afar.

The speed was extreme. In the blink of an eye, it skidded to a stop right in front of Aishi's car.

Seeing this—

Aishi immediately released a barrier of ki in front of his vehicle to protect it.

BANG!!

A deep collision echoed out, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

"Ahhh…"

"Let's check it out."

The incoming car had completely fallen apart—twisted like a crushed soda can.

But the ejection cushion had protected the driver, keeping them safe.

Seeing who it was inside—

Aishi blinked.

Bulma?

Crack!

He yanked off the car door, letting Bulma crawl out.

She climbed out and let out a relieved sigh. "Whew… that scared the life out of me."

Then, looking at her rescuers—

"Aishi? No. 21?"

Bulma blinked in surprise, then gasped.

She didn't know Aishi well, but his legendary exploits were well known.

The man was Vegeta's lifelong rival.

As for No. 21, she'd only heard rumors—

That her scientific prowess was on par with her own. Whether true or not, she wasn't sure.

"What were you driving so fast for?" Aishi asked, raising a brow.

Bulma, still gorgeous and full of charm—too bad she already had Vegeta.

She gave a sheepish laugh. "Ahaha, sorry, had something urgent to take care of!"

Then as if remembering something, she quickly said, "Oh right, my birthday's next week. Would you two like to come?"

Birthday?

Aishi raised a brow.

He had a bad feeling about this.

Could it be Beerus?

With his arrival in this world, events had begun diverging wildly.

Everything was happening ahead of schedule.

Still, Aishi nodded. "We'll be there."

"Three-Q~! I'm off, then!"

Bulma smiled, pulled out a universal capsule, pressed it, and tossed it onto the ground.

Poof!

A shiny new jet plane appeared.

She hopped aboard, made a few quick inputs, then soared into the sky and disappeared.

Seeing this, Aishi and No. 21 got into their car and returned home.

That night.

No. 18 stepped out of the bathroom in a soft bathrobe, her pale skin still steaming from the shower. Each step she took with her bare feet was silent yet stunning.

Aishi, lying on the bed, lit up at the sight.

But then came a devastating blow—

"Aishi, sorry… my period came today."

Aishi: "…"

No. 18 gave him a cool smile. "You're not mad, right?"

Aishi sighed helplessly. "Let's just get some rest."

No. 18 smiled softly and leaned close to whisper in his ear.

"I can use my mouth today~"

Then Aishi nodded.

She slipped into the bed beside him.

A while later—

Slurp…

No. 18 wiped the corner of her mouth, cheeks slightly sore. "Can we sleep now?"

Aishi smiled, gently patting her head. "Thanks. Go ahead and rest."

No. 18 nodded, curled up beside him, and drifted off to sleep.

Meanwhile—

In the room next door, No. 21 sat blushing, her clothes slightly undone, gasping for air.

She looked puzzled. "Huh? No sounds tonight?"

She crept out of bed and tiptoed toward Aishi's room.

Quietly, she grasped the doorknob and pulled it slightly open.

Dark.

Pitch black.

Weird…

Wasn't it still early? They usually worked overtime at this hour.

She opened the door a little wider, poking her upper body through.

"Mm… they're asleep?"

Seeing the two lying still in bed, No. 21 looked disappointed.

She sighed and started pulling back—

Only to hear a teasing voice:

"Tiptoeing into my room in the middle of the night… what are you up to?"

The moment she heard it, No. 21's body froze.

She didn't turn around—just closed her eyes.

I'm done for.

A complete goner…

Aishi chuckled. "Trying to rebel against your master, little apprentice?"

No. 21's lips twitched, and she turned slowly. "Sounds more like you want to rebel against your disciple."

Aishi looked at her—

Right now, she was clad in a thin, silky purple nightdress. Her long, pale, perfectly-shaped legs were fully exposed.

Aishi grinned. "Correct."

No. 21 trembled slightly. "What about No. 18?"

"I'll tell her," Aishi said seriously.

No. 21's brows quivered slightly. She didn't say anything—just gave a light nod.

Seeing this—

Aishi smiled, stepped forward, and gently picked her up in his arms.

A soft, warm fragrance filled the air as he carried her into her room.

"Mmh…"

Not long after, the battle between the Pilot and the Miner began.

Aishi, with his elite piloting skills, rained down bullets on Miner No. 21.

No. 21, using her incredible excavation experience, carved out escape tunnels to dodge the barrage.

But…

That couldn't last forever.

Aishi hurled a massive missile that blew the entire mine to pieces!

—

Next morning.

No. 18 got up early.

After a lazy stretch, she noticed the spot beside her was empty.

Nothing unusual there—Aishi always got up early anyway.

She went downstairs and, sure enough, there he was.

"Morning!"

She greeted him with a smile, then asked curiously, "Is 21 still sleeping in?"

"She didn't even do anything yesterday."

She seemed genuinely confused.

Aishi simply smiled. "She's exhausted. Let her sleep."

No. 18 nodded and dropped the topic.

Well, it's not like 21 isn't always tired…

After breakfast, Aishi mentioned Bulma's birthday party invitation from the previous day.

No. 18 smiled and said she'd be happy to attend.

Just like that—

A week passed.

During that week…

Aishi was constantly switching between No. 18 and No. 21.

If not for his Super Kidney Method, honestly, he might not have made it.

That night—

He spent the first half with No. 18.

The second half with No. 21.

Then got up early to make breakfast again.

And yet—nobody noticed a thing.

But Aishi…

Was exhausted.

Damn it…

He barely slept at night, relying on naps during the day to survive.

Sure, Saiyan physiology let him push through without rest.

But even so—it was draining his energy and focus.

So Aishi made up his mind.

He had to find a way—

To bring both sides into a unified front!

Otherwise, he'd die from overwork.

…

(End of Chapter)

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