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"Oh? That's a pretty scary face you're making there, friend..." said Gid, stopping in front of Vahn's seat a few centimeters off the ground, staring down at him with his chin raised pompously and an arrogant, daring smile on his face.
"STOOOOOPUUUUU—" exclaimed Issei, using English with a Japanese accent as he practically flew across the banquet hall to position himself between Vahn and Gid, facing the latter as he hastily explained, "Father-in-law! This is the man I told you about, Vahn Mason! He is the Master of this palace and the Dragon's Pavilion, so we shouldn't—"
"Oh? So you're the Big Boss around here...?" asked Gid, smacking Issei aside with enough force to send him crashing into the banquet hall wall before gathering energy at its tip.
Closing his eyes and exhaling from his nose, Vahn responded, "You can come back when you're willing to apologize and be reasonable..."
Though Gid looked like he had a response ready, he never got to voice it as he disappeared the instant Vahn finished speaking, causing the energy he had gathered to disperse harmlessly.
"The Super Perverted but Omega Kind Master has saved us once again expresses Mikoto, experiencing a maidenly crisis," said one of the nearby Sisters, causing Vahn to exhale faintly from his nose and shake his head before glancing in the direction Issei had been sent flying, knocking over and destroying several tables before cratering a wall upside down.
"You still alive...?" asked Vahn, prompting Issei to spread his Devil wings, allowing him to dislodge himself from the wall and flip right side up as he responded, "For now. And sorry about Gid. Since you've seen you-know-what, you should know what he's like..."
"And you should know what these girls have gone through...never allow anyone to treat them as objects..." stated Vahn, narrowing his eyes and attempting to appear serious and poised, but the gazes of the Sisters in the hall bore into him like lasers, causing him to feel awkward and a little uncomfortable. Their comments and predilection for referring to him as a Super Pervert as a term of endearment didn't help...
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After quickly repairing the banquet hall, courtesy of Grayfia, Vahn, seated next to Issei, asked, "How have you been, Issei? Seeing how chummy you were with your father-in-law, I presume things have progressed smoothly between you and Lala?"
"Actually..." started Issei, his smile cramping before he faced forward and slumped, head and shoulders drooping as he revealed, "Things have been going great. I even managed to place sixth in the most recent exams..."
"But...?" asked Vahn.
Swallowing audibly, Issei nervously met Vahn's gaze from the corner of his eyes, causing Vahn's to narrow as he revealed, "I...I got carried away with Mikan, and now..."
With Issei seemingly unable to finish what he wanted to say, Sis promptly apprised Vahn of the situation, compelling him to reach up and caress his face in ineffable exasperation. In the galge-version of To Luv Ru that Issei had self-inserted into, Mikan wasn't a directly romanceable option but did appear in the photo of Yuuki Rito's harem in the True Galactic Harem King Route. However, as that photo was taken several years in the future, after he had already cemented his position as Emperor of the Milky Way, Mikan was presently a twelve to thirteen-year-old girl...
"Since it's technically not against the law in your world, I won't condemn or crucify you..." stated Vahn, his expression and tone making it clear he wasn't at all amused by the situation as he added, "But if you use this as a precedent to excuse expanding your strike zone, you will no longer have anything to do with me or the Dragon's Pavilion..."
"I deserve that..." muttered Issei, slumping his head and shoulders even further. He knew better than anyone how cataclysmically he had fucked up, which was why he was currently in a race to become Gid's successor before he and Mikan became pariahs back on Earth...
Exhaling another audibly exasperated sigh, Vahn shook his head and did his best to salvage the conversation by revealing, "On my side, you should know that Rias, her mother, and Korra are pregnant..."
Hearing Vahn's revelation, Issei blinked several times in surprise before staring at him incredulously and asking, "And you're the father...?"
"That's right..." affirmed Vahn, nodding.
Demonstrating exasperation of his own, Issei massaged his eyes and forehead as he remarked, "I swear, man...you are literally the luckiest mother-fucker in the multiverse..."
Though he had suspected something was going on between Vahn and Venelana, particularly when she moved into the palace, Issei felt it would be too serendipitous if his dark-skinned counterpart managed to get his hands on both a mother and her absurdly beautiful daughter. If he knew of Vahn's list—which included names like Serafall and Gabriel—he might have an aneurysm and die of envy on the spot...
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With Sairaorg finally arriving, accompanied by the spiky, blonde-haired Laxus Dreyar from Fairy Tail, Vahn left Issei to find a new conversation partner as he approached the tall and burly duo.
"Ah, Vahn! You made it...!" greeted Sairaorg, not exactly shouting, but in a raised voice as he offered his right fist for their customary fist bump.
"So you're the Dragon God that everyone's been talking about back at the Guild...?" asked Laxus, sporting a firm, challenging expression as he sized Vahn up with his sharp, steel-grey eyes, the right of which was marked by a lightning-shaped scar.
"And you're Makarov's Grandson and possible successor, Laxus Dreyar..." stated Vahn, extending his fist to Laxus in turn, an action that caused his face to scrunch and a defiant glimmer to flash across his eyes.
Placing his hand on Laxus's right shoulder, Sairaorg, sporting a friendly smile, stated, "Fair warning, friend, but if you and Vahn were to fight at your current level, I'm afraid he would wipe the floor with you. But let's leave that for later. For now, we feast and make merry!"
Prompted by Sairaorg's shout, several people issued hurrahs of their own. By that point, ninety-one people had gathered for the banquet, more than half of which belonged to the Whitebeard Pirates. The rest were either Ascendees or personal friends of Sairaorg, including four members of his Peerage and several other Mid to Low-Ranking Devils, many of whom had been ostracized or exiled from their Clans and were now slated to join him as he expanded his influence through the Tower.
(You wouldn't think it based on his appearance, but he's a remarkably calculating man, isn't he~?) hummed Sis, prompting Vahn to offer a slight nod that Sairaorg interpreted as a response to his shout. Thus, after a few more pleasantries, Vahn joined the ambitious man and his very prominent sideburns in an animated discussion with Whitebeard, the death-seeking Ace, Laxus, Minato, and several other notable figures who held leadership positions in their respective worlds...
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"Yeah, Pops! Give them hell...!" shouted a member of the Whitebeard Pirates, one of many cheering as the man they unpretentiously regarded as their father figure, Edward Newgate, brandished his colossal naginata, veiled by a sphere of hazy white energy, at Sairaorg.
Sporting a confident, focused smile, Sairaorg's body briefly flickered before he appeared just out of range of Whitebeard's attack. Another flicker placed him in Whitebeard's blindspot, but the mustachioed man hadn't risen to the rank of an Emperor of the Sea without cause. There was a significant difference in his and Sairaorg's speed, but to the latter's surprise, he found the sole of a foot nearly as long as he was tall flying at him as Whitebeard had foreseen his movements, transiting from a broad, sweeping attack to a surprisingly swift, scythe-like kick that one wouldn't expect from a man his size.
Since they were having a friendly match and he didn't wish to embarrass Whitebeard, Sairaorg received the former's heavy kick with his arms. The destructive reverberations that transmitted through his body as a result of Whitebeard's Gura Gura no Mi caused his bones to strain painfully, but as he was accustomed to such attacks from his frequent spars with Vahn, he surprised Whitebeard and his crew tremendously by uncrossing his arms quickly, causing the 666cm tall man to nearly stumble backward before he exhibited surprising athleticism by backflipping into a controlled slide.
"Damn, punk...it's a good thing you're not from my world, or you would have flipped it upside down..." remarked Whitebeard, sporting a smile as he struck a pose as if he were prepared to swing his naginata with great force. Sairaorg steeled himself to endure whatever the attack was, but he quickly realized Whitebeard was far more skilled with the use of his Devil Fruit than Vahn as the hazy white sphere that came barreling toward him broke through his guard and pushed him back with a force of a mountain pressing down upon him.
'He's not known as the Strongest Man in his world for nothing...' thought Sairaorg, noticing that his body deformed around Whitebeard's attack as it bent space around it. Fortunately, while the attack had a paralytic effect due to the increasingly powerful reverberations it caused with his body, it wasn't something he couldn't endure or break free of.
Utilizing short-range teleporation, Sairaorg appeared behind in the wake of Whitebeard's attack, causing the much larger man's gaze to harden as a veil of bright blue Touki enveloped him, eventually forming the visage of a lion.
"Alright, brat...let's see what you've got..." said Whitebeard, placing his naginata into his Inventory before adopting a wide-armed stance like a bear prepared to leap at and maul its prey. Ever since he had become an Ascendee, his health issues had largely become a thing of the past. Thus, while he needed to be careful not to strain himself, he could wield about seventy percent of the power in his prime.
Slapping his hands together like a trap, Whitebeard caused red and black lightning to erupt from the space between his palms. Unfortunately, while his attack had caught Sairaorg, the much smaller man didn't seem phased by it as he moved through it and landed a heavy punch to his gut.
Leaving the members of his crew speechless, Whitebeard was sent flying backward faster than many of them could follow. Fortunately, they were in a training room of the Dragon's Palace, so even if they killed one another, they would simply respawn, mentally and spiritually drained but otherwise uninjured...
"Ugh...that brat..." groaned Whitebeard, surprising his children further as he appeared on the platform behind them in a flash of blush.
"Pops...!" exclaimed the freckle-faced Ace, rushing to Whitebeard's side and causing the elderly Yonko to wave him off and groan for him to stop embarrassing him with his concern.
"Thank you for the match, Newgate-dono. It was a genuine privilege..." expressed Sairaorg, cupping his right fist with his left hand and offering Whitebeard a courteous bow that caused the much larger man to snort and retort, "A privilege, my ass. Just wait till I have a chance to get my boys into the Tower. I'll catch up to you in no time at all..."
Nodding, Sairaorg affirmed, "I look forward to it," before passing his gaze over the assembled crowd and raising his voice to ask, "Does anyone else wish to issue a challenge, or should we turn this little get-together into a proper free-for-all!?"
"Alright! Let's do it...!" shouted Luffy, kicking things off by extending his right foot far further than was normal, kicking an unfortunate member of the Whitebeard Pirates in the back and sending him flying.
Witnessing Luffy's actions, Vahn couldn't help exhaling from his nose but retained an easygoing smile until Sanji, spinning rapidly and appearing from what would have been his blindspot if not for his domain, shouted, "Concassé...!" while endeavoring to execute an axe kick to the top of his head.
Catching Sanji's ankle without flinching, Vahn gazed up at him and asked, "Seriously...?" before shaking his head and turning his body to the side as the blonde-haired Chef tried to trample his face with his heel. What Vahn didn't expect was that, midway through his motion of flinging his would-be assailant through the air, Minato would appear behind him, softly but swiftly touching his right shoulder before immediately disappearing.
'He marked me...' noted Vahn, sending Sanji bowling into a group of five people before spreading his seven pairs of wings to push everyone in his immediate surroundings away from him. If he wanted, removing Minato's mark was as easy as simply wanting it to be removed, but since he was a little curious to see what the legendary Yellow Flash had in mind, he let it remain...
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