When Dragon Balls Descend Upon Marvel

Tony strutted his way up to the DJ's stage, throwing in some exaggerated hip thrusts that almost made Bulma spit out the food in her mouth.

She glanced at Smith beside her and asked,

"Is he always this flashy?"

Smith couldn't help it — he burst out laughing.

"Hahaha, no. Normally he's pretty tsundere. This is the first time I've seen him like this."

Watching Tony clown around on stage, Smith couldn't quite figure it out. Without the threat of palladium poisoning hanging over his head, Tony shouldn't be acting out like this.

Or maybe without that threat… Tony was just letting himself go completely.

One thing was certain — if Rhodey tried to snatch an Iron Man suit this time, Smith Dole wasn't going to let it slide.

…

Meanwhile, Rhodey pulled up outside Tony's villa, phone pressed to his ear.

"Yes, sir, I understand."

"No, that won't be necessary. I'll handle it."

"With Tony Stark around, we don't need to seize the armor. He's out there protecting civilians — the result is the same."

Stuck between two sides, Rhodey had just managed to calm down the higher-ups in the military about not roughing up Ivan Vanko, and now he had to deal with Tony.

Parking the car, he walked into the villa and quickly spotted Pepper Potts.

"Hey, Pepper."

She turned, saw him, and immediately said,

"I'm leaving. I need some air."

"What happened?"

She led Rhodey straight to the stage where Tony was performing and said,

"I don't know what to do."

Rhodey's eyes widened.

"You've got to be kidding me."

Tony was on stage in his Iron Man armor, clearly drunk, swaying back and forth while surrounded by models and party girls going wild.

"This is ridiculous. I'm going to—"

"Don't call anyone!" Pepper cut him off.

Rhodey sighed, helpless.

"This is insane. I just vouched for him."

"I know. Let me handle it," Pepper said. "I'll find Smith — maybe he can talk Tony down."

"Do it fast, or I will," Rhodey warned.

Bulma draped one arm over Smith's shoulder, her other hand clenched into a fist.

"If you ever start acting like him, I swear I'll beat you senseless."

"This is just infuriating to watch."

On stage, Tony grabbed a mic and proceeded to demonstrate how to urinate inside the armor.

Smith didn't seem fazed — if anything, he found Tony's recklessness kind of amusing. Bulma, on the other hand, looked disgusted.

Yelena shot Ivan Vanko a curious look.

"You don't pee in your suit too, do you?"

Ivan gave an awkward smile.

"I haven't upgraded my armor to that level yet. But… it's not a bad idea for emergencies."

Yelena glared at him.

"If you ever pee in your suit and then drink it after filtering it, I'll smash your face in."

…

Pepper approached Smith.

"Mr. Smith, I think Tony's getting out of control. Please, can you talk to him? You're his friend and the one who saved his life — he'll listen to you."

Up on stage, Tony spotted Rhodey in the crowd. His grin widened, and he shouted to the women below,

"Want to see some fireworks? Toss me that bottle!"

A supermodel tossed him a wine bottle, and Tony instantly blasted it midair with his repulsor.

The shattering glass and spraying wine stunned the crowd for a moment — then they erupted into even louder cheers.

Tony's grin grew wider.

"Keep it coming!"

Bottles flew up one after another, and Tony fired repulsors from both hands, even using the chest-mounted laser to blast them apart, the explosions and cheers filling the villa.

Pepper muttered, "Idiot," then looked at Smith.

"Please!"

Smith frowned slightly.

"Pepper, Tony's been playing hero nonstop for over a year, getting injured again and again. If he wants to cut loose on his birthday, I say let him. Besides, he's not doing anything truly bad, is he?"

Pepper paused, thinking about it — the kidnapping, the betrayal by family, the corporate upheaval, the nonstop hero work. Even his habit of dating cover models had slowed down.

She grabbed a glass of wine and downed it in one go.

…

Tony looked down from the stage at Smith.

"My brother, Smith Dole!"

All eyes turned to Smith.

"Come on up — let's party!"

Smith took Bulma's hand.

"Let's go together."

Bulma nodded, and they stepped onto the stage.

Tony's smile grew even brighter. It was his birthday, and he was going to enjoy it — and his best friend wasn't just letting him have fun, he was joining in.

"This is our genius beauty, Bulma! And this is our God, Smith Dole!"

Smith called over to the DJ.

"DJ, with me happy I'm sorry!"

DJ Godestein immediately queued up the track.

The music hit, Tony grinned, and the three — Smith, Bulma, and Tony — launched into a Charleston dance.

The energy spread to the crowd, pulling everyone into the rhythm. Yelena dragged Ivan into it, Pepper joined Tony, and soon the whole place was dancing.

(End of Chapter)

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