Chapter 149: : The Grand God of Destruction’s Judgment

Zamasu stood frozen before Kahn, his body stiff with fear. He didn't even dare to resist.

He knew exactly what the title Grand God of Destruction meant.

It wasn't just any godly title—it signified that Kahn stood among the four supreme beings of the universe, alongside Zeno, the Grand Priest, and the Dragon God Zalama. These were deities beyond comprehension, whose authority dictated the fate of all existence.

And what was he?

A mere intern Supreme Kai of Universe 10. In the presence of such power, even the thought of resistance felt laughable.

"A Supreme Kai trainee daring to challenge the Grand God of Destruction?" Kahn's voice was calm, but the weight of his words pressed down like a mountain. "You truly overestimate yourself."

He flicked his wrist.

Hum!

In an instant, Zamasu's body shuddered violently. His form wavered, a double image appearing as though he were being split from reality itself. Terror filled his eyes as he looked at Kahn, but before he could utter another word—

BOOM!

Zamasu erupted into a shower of glowing purple particles, dispersing like dust in the wind.

"AAAAAHHHH!"

His final, agonized scream echoed across the sky before fading into nothingness.

And just like that, the so-called immortal had perished.

Bulma, standing beside Kahn, was momentarily speechless. In mere seconds, the tyrant who had tormented Earth and decimated its people was no more.

Silence hung in the air.

Then—

"Zamasu… is dead!"

"He's really gone!"

"We're safe!"

Shouts of relief erupted as the surviving citizens of West City emerged from underground bunkers. They had witnessed Zamasu's demise from the shadows, and now, the nightmare was finally over.

Tears mixed with laughter as people hugged each other.

"The bastard finally got what he deserved!"

Though they hadn't struck the final blow themselves, surviving Zamasu and Goku Black's relentless attacks felt like a victory in its own right. Now, with both threats eliminated, one question remained:

What happens next?

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Bulma turned to Kahn, her expression a mix of relief and exhaustion. Then, without hesitation, she threw herself into his arms.

"You did it, Kahn!" she cried, holding him tightly.

Her body trembled against him, the tension of endless fear finally releasing all at once. Kahn patted her back gently, offering her a warm smile.

"It's over," he reassured her.

Bulma nodded but soon glanced at the ruined cityscape around them. Her lips pressed into a thin line.

"As happy as I am that Zamasu is gone… the Earth is in ruins. Almost all of humanity was wiped out." She sighed. "I don't even know if we can recover from this…"

If only Piccolo were still alive. With the Dragon Balls, none of this would be an issue. But even that hope had been stolen by Goku Black.

Kahn, however, simply smiled.

"Do you want Earth restored?" he asked.

Bulma blinked. "You… You can do that?"

"Of course."

Bulma's breath hitched. "Then yes! Of course, I do!"

Kahn chuckled. "Alright, then."

He lifted his hand, and from his palm, a radiant, divine energy blossomed—an ethereal rainbow of light that bathed the sky in a celestial glow.

The moment it soared upward, the transformation began.

Dark storm clouds, remnants of Zamasu's reign of terror, scattered and dissolved, revealing a vast, clear blue sky. The shattered ruins of cities shimmered, rebuilding themselves at an impossible speed. Buildings reformed. Roads were repaved. Forests regrew.

And most astonishingly—

The people returned.

One by one, those who had perished at Zamasu's hands reappeared, completely unaware of what had transpired. To them, it was as if nothing had happened at all—just a forgotten dream.

Within seconds, Earth had been restored to its former glory.

Even the gods slain by Zamasu across the universes, including the Supreme Kais and Gods of Destruction, had been revived.

Bulma, still standing in the Capsule Corporation courtyard, covered her mouth in shock.

"This is… unbelievable…" she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.

Kahn, hands in his pockets, smirked. "I forgot to mention—I can grant wishes now."

Bulma let out a shaky laugh, wiping at her tears. If not for Kahn, she wouldn't have survived another day. And now, not only had he saved her, but he had also saved everything.

"Thank you, Kahn," she whispered.

Kahn chuckled. "If you're really that grateful, how about inviting me in for some tea?"

Bulma wiped her eyes and smiled. "Of course!"

---

Inside the Capsule Corporation living room, Bulma set down a steaming cup of tea before Kahn and took a seat across from him.

"Kahn," she began hesitantly, "can you tell me about… me? The other me, in your timeline?"

Kahn nodded, sipping his tea. "Sure."

He told her everything—about their journey together, the battles, the moments they shared, and ultimately, their marriage.

By the time he finished, Bulma's eyes were misty.

"If the Kahn from my timeline had returned sooner…" she murmured, voice thick with emotion.

Kahn reached over, gently wiping away her tears. "You're still crying?" he teased. "Aren't you a bit too old for that?"

Bulma let out a small laugh, sniffing. "Kahn… can I ask for one more thing?"

"Anything," he said without hesitation.

She hesitated, then took a deep breath. "I know you can't stay here forever… but just for one day, can we—" she swallowed, looking away. "Can we have one last date?"

Kahn's gaze softened. He understood what she meant.

"Of course," he said.

Bulma beamed.

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That day, she lived without fear.

For the first time in decades, she laughed without restraint, dragged Kahn to every place she had once loved, and for just one day, forgot about the pain of the past.

She wished time would slow down.

But time never stops.

When the sun rose the next morning, Bulma stirred in her sleep, still resting in Kahn's arms.

Kahn, already awake, gently kissed her forehead before carefully slipping out of bed. He gazed at her for a long moment, memorizing the peaceful expression on her face.

Raising his staff, he tapped it lightly, casting a soft, purple-gold glow over her.

The divine light seeped into her skin, rejuvenating her body and granting her an extended lifespan—ten thousand more years.

When Bulma woke, she would feel younger, stronger.

She deserved it.

Without a sound, Kahn dressed, leaving a small note on the table.

He took one last look at her sleeping form and whispered, "Bulma… I'll come back someday. But for now, I have to go."

Then, with a quiet shimmer of energy, he vanished.

The Grand God of Destruction had left the future behind.