This Is Definitely Not Dragon Ball!!

"Celipa, I can give you the freedom you desire. Not only that, I'm willing to spare no effort to train you and elevate your power, so you can revel in the joy of battle whenever you wish."

Yuujin stared directly at Celipa as he spoke.

Freedom and battle—these were indeed what Celipa yearned for. If the man before her could train her and help her grow stronger, it would be an ideal arrangement. Yet, Celipa knew that nothing in this world came without a price.

"What's the cost I'll have to pay?"

Celipa asked coldly, her eyes locked onto Yuujin's.

Yuujin smirked subtly, entertained by her response. This woman might not be exceptionally clever, but she wasn't foolish either.

"The price is absolute loyalty to me from this moment onward. You will serve me entirely."

"Your body, your soul, everything about you will belong to me."

Yuujin smiled wickedly as he laid out his terms. Celipa's response, however, was a burst of ironic laughter, tinged with anger.

"Are you asking me to be your slave, Yuujin?"

Were it not for the fact that she wasn't his match at present, Celipa would've slapped him right there and then.

Damn Yuujin! Don't push me too far!

"That's about right," Yuujin said nonchalantly.

"What? Do you feel wronged?"

"Celipa, it seems you've yet to move on from the world you once knew."

"I am no longer that weak and useless brat you looked down upon. I am now the god of Earth, the ruler of the Shenron Empire, and a Super Saiyan who has surpassed the limits of our kind."

"If not for the fact that Saiyan blood flows through your veins and you hold some potential for cultivation, you wouldn't even qualify to be my tool, let alone my slave."

Yuujin's face darkened with a cold smile as he spoke, his words cutting deep. Celipa turned pale, unable to refute him.

Indeed, the Yuujin standing before her was no longer the boy she once knew. She had no power to sway his will anymore. Instead, she was the one now at his mercy.

"If I refuse, will you kill me?"

Her mind was a storm of conflicting emotions. After a brief silence, Celipa posed her question.

"I'm not like you," Yuujin replied.

"Don't worry. Out of respect for our past, I won't harm you even if you reject me."

"But don't think I'll let you go. If you don't submit and serve me, you'll spend the rest of your life here."

"I'll provide you with all the food and drink you need, keeping you alive until you die of old age."

Yuujin's tone softened as he smiled, but his words sent a chill down Celipa's spine.

By his terms, if she didn't submit, she would be caged in this temple for life.

Though she'd face no physical harm and her basic needs would be met, this fate was worse than death for someone like her.

Closing her eyes, Celipa sighed internally.

Perhaps she never had a choice to begin with.

"Is Princess Vegeta the same as me?"

Yuujin understood the implication behind her question but shook his head.

"Of course not."

"She is the last royalty of the Saiyan race—a proud, beautiful, and talented princess. Her strength, willpower, and potential far surpass yours."

"I made a pact with her: if she defeats me, she can reclaim her freedom and do whatever she pleases with me. But until that day comes, she is entirely under my control."

Yuujin stroked his chin, his expression playful. Celipa, however, was stunned.

So, Yuujin and Princess Vegeta had such an agreement!

Knowing Vegeta's pride and ruthlessness, Celipa could imagine the humiliation the princess endured under Yuujin's control. When the day came for her to defeat him and reclaim her freedom, she would undoubtedly kill him without hesitation—or worse, exact her revenge tenfold.

Vegeta was a true genius of their race. Celipa knew she had also surpassed her limits and attained the form of a Super Saiyan.

Could Yuujin really suppress someone like Vegeta forever?

No, from Celipa's perspective, this wasn't confidence—it was insanity!

"I know what you're thinking, but my affairs aren't your concern. You should worry about yourself," Yuujin said with a smirk.

"I could offer you a similar deal, but unlike Vegeta, do you truly believe you have any chance of defeating me in the future?"

Celipa's expression reflected her disbelief, but Yuujin's tone remained lighthearted.

Though she felt deeply humiliated, Celipa couldn't deny the truth in his words.

She knew her limits all too well. The Yuujin of the past might have been someone she could face without fear. But now, as a Super Saiyan who had surpassed their race's boundaries, his power eclipsed hers by an unimaginable margin.

She could never hope to achieve what Bejita had. The only option left was to submit to Yuujin and accept her role as his tool and slave.

Sighing deeply, Celipa felt a wave of self-pity.

But who could she blame for her weakness?

"Alright, I've said what I needed to. Now, tell me your decision."

Yuujin's gaze bore into her, sensing that the moment was ripe.

After a long internal struggle, Celipa sighed and made her decision.

"I will submit to you and serve you. I'll be your tool, your slave—whatever you wish. But don't forget your promises!"

"Of course," Yuujin replied with a nod.

"I'm not one to go back on my word. As long as you serve me, I'll grant you freedom and the battles you desire."

Celipa's response didn't surprise him in the least.

"One more thing—I swear my loyalty to you, but if you ever abandon me, I'll betray you without hesitation!"

Perhaps recalling past betrayals, Celipa added coldly.

Yuujin's eyes narrowed in amusement.

"Fair enough. If that day comes, feel free to betray me."

With his assurance, Celipa seemed to relax.

Without further hesitation, she dropped to one knee and bowed before him.

"Master."

Her decisiveness after making her choice earned her a brief moment of respect from Yuujin.

Yet, as he watched the woman who had once been his guardian kneel and call him her master, an overwhelming sense of satisfaction filled his heart.

(T/N: Cringe…)

"Welcome to my service, Celipa."

"And now, as your master, I give you your first command—"

"Please me."

Yuujin cupped her face, his dark eyes gleaming with wicked intent.

Her face flushed red, and though she felt humiliated, Celipa didn't resist.

"Yes."

On all fours, she crawled toward him.

After a moment's hesitation, she lowered her beautiful head...

To be continued...

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