I am genuinely a little hurt that you guys are doubtful about my ability to cook.
Some are saying that l am dragging the plot.
Which first ouch, Second please believe me l have already set up the next plot which if it didn't take place now would genuinely derail the entire next plot.
I apologize for the delay but it would take a little over 6 or 7 chapter to reach earth.
But it would be worth it.
If it isn't then l will kill myself.
(jk)
Anyway sorry for the monologue.
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Frieza hovered in the void, debris from the shattered planet drifting lazily around him like cosmic confetti. Broly floated opposite — Super Saiyan 4 berserk, crimson-green aura roaring, golden eyes wild with unthinking rage.
Enough.
This charade had gone on long enough.
In Golden, he would win — no doubt.
But it would take an hour, perhaps more, to beat the beast into submission.
And Frieza was growing… bored of pounding the same lesson into that thick skull.
He decided to end it.
A shout tore from his throat — sharp, commanding, laced with divine fury.
God-ki erupted.
Not the refined Golden halo.
Something deeper.
Raw divine essence surged around him — invisible yet crushing, shaking the fabric of the universe itself.
Stars flickered in distant galaxies.
Nebulae trembled.
The observable universe quivered under the mere existence of such concentrated godhood.
Light exploded outward — blinding, pure, a radiance visible from the farthest edges of creation, a beacon that pierced voids and bent space.
Frieza's hair shifted — strands igniting in a fierce mix of molten gold and burning red, flowing like living flame.
His eyes blazed — red irises in black sclera now ringed with divine fire.
He locked onto Broly.
And released.
All of it.
His aura — focused, singular, a lance of pure divine pressure — slammed into Broly like the wrath of creation itself.
Broly had barely withstood the ambient leakage.
Now, targeted?
His body locked.
Muscles seized.
Aura flickered, then collapsed.
Eyes rolled back.
He went unconscious instantly — limp, drifting in the void like a broken doll.
Frieza exhaled.
The god-ki vanished as swiftly as it came — light fading, pressure lifting, hair returning to pristine white.
The universe steadied.
Frieza glanced at the unconscious Saiyan.
"Pathetic," he murmured.
Then he turned toward Bucephalus.
The lesson was delivered.
Broly would wake stronger.
Or not at all.
Either way…
Frieza had grown bored.
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In the divine realm, Beerus's floating palace drifted through swirling pastel nebulae, the crystalline island serene under eternal twilight.
Beerus lay curled on his massive plush cushion beneath the fruit tree, snoring softly — deep, contented rumbles that could probably register on mortal seismographs.
Then it hit.
A cosmic tremor — sharp, profound, rippling through the fabric of the universe like a thunderclap in silence.
The palace lurched.
Trees swayed.
Fruit tumbled.
Beerus's eyes snapped open.
He bolted upright, fur bristling, tail lashing.
"WHAT THE—?!"
He clutched his chest, heart pounding — a rare sensation for a God of Destruction.
"Whis!" he barked, voice cracking with genuine shock.
Whis materialized instantly, staff in hand, expression calm but eyes alert.
"Yes, my lord?"
Beerus staggered to his feet, almost tripping backward over his cushion.
"What in the seven hells caused that?!" he demanded, claws flexing. "The whole realm shook! I felt it in my bones!"
Whis tilted his head, consulting his staff's glowing crystal.
"It was Mr Frieza, my lord."
Beerus froze.
His ears flattened.
"Frieza?" he repeated, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.
He blinked.
Then blinked again.
"Frieza? That little lizard? The one whose power level barely scraped a few million last time I bothered to check?"
Whis nodded serenely.
"The very same. The surge originated from him. Quite the leap, I must say."
Beerus's jaw dropped.
He stumbled back a step, actually catching himself on the fruit tree to steady his balance.
The God of Destruction — startled enough to nearly fall on his ass.
"This… this amount of power," Beerus muttered, eyes wide, "shaking the divine realm? From *Frieza*?"
He stared into the distance, as if seeing the surge again.
"No small feat," Whis added helpfully. "It rippled across the multiverse. Impressive growth."
Beerus's tail twitched irritably.
He cracked his knuckles, aura flickering purple.
"Impressive?" he growled. "It woke me up!"
Then he paused.
A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face.
"Well… this just got interesting."
He straightened, dusting off his fur.
"Whis, keep an eye on that lizard."
The palace drifted on.
But the God of Destruction was now wide awake.
And for the first time in a long while…
Curious.
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Deep within the palace's most sacred chamber — the bathroom, a lavish fortress of marble walls veined with shimmering gold, floors of polished obsidian reflecting divine glory, and a massive, steaming bathtub carved from ancient meteorite stone — Beerus lounged in godlike repose.
Submerged to his neck in bubbling, scented waters — lavender and rare spices swirling in hypnotic patterns — his purple fur floated lazily, eyes closed in pure, unassailable bliss. His tail swished beneath the surface, a contented purr rumbling in his chest.
Whis stood at the tub's edge, staff in hand, expression serene as ever.
Beerus sighed deeply, sinking further into the warmth.
"So," he said lazily, voice echoing softly off the gilded walls, "what's going on in the universe these days, Whis? Any mortals worth destroying?"
Whis tilted his head, consulting his staff's glowing crystal with a faint, amused smile.
"My my, Lord Beerus," Whis replied, voice light but laced with subtle gravity. "It seems our universe has climbed to middle-upper tier in mortal level. Quite the unprecedented achievement."
Beerus's eyebrow arched lazily.
Whis continued, tone shifting to something almost reverent.
"Lord Frieza has almost expanded his empire across the entire universe. Mortals are thriving beyond imagination — populations stable and growing, worlds prosperous, conflicts all but eradicated. Even the dead and barren planets have vanished — reclaimed, terraformed, teeming with life and productivity."
He paused, eyes twinkling with rare intrigue.
"He has forged the universe into the best state it has ever known. Peaceful. Efficient. Flourishing."
Beerus's eyes narrowed, a flicker of irritation crossing his face.
Then Whis leaned in closer, voice dropping to a conspiratorial, teasing whisper.
"You've become… all but useless now, my lord. Heheheh."
The water exploded in a cataclysmic surge.
Beerus erupted upright — waves crashing over the tub's edge like a divine tsunami, soaking the marble floor in steaming torrents.
His fur bristled violently, tail lashing with enough force to crack the air itself, purple aura detonating in uncontrolled, apocalyptic bursts that shook the palace to its foundations.
"USELESS?!" he thundered, voice a primordial roar that echoed across the divine realm, rattling nebulae and dimming distant stars.
The God of Destruction — shook to his core.
His eyes bulged wide, pupils dilated in raw, existential shock — claws gouging deep scars into the tub's rim as he gripped it to steady himself, breath coming in sharp, furious gasps that steamed the air.
"That little… that insignificant LIZARD made ME OBSOLETE?!"
He staggered fully out of the tub, water cascading off him in rivers, body trembling with a rage that bordered on panic — the almighty destroyer reduced to a sputtering, disbelieving wreck.
WHIS THE KING OF RAGEBAIT bowed gracefully, hiding his smile behind perfect composure.
"Merely an observation, my lord."
Beerus's aura flared brighter — the palace quaking anew, crystalline structures fracturing, the very void outside rippling in terror.
He cracked his knuckles with sounds like worlds shattering, fangs bared in a snarl of fury and wounded pride.
"Observation my ass your just Mocking me" he snarled, voice trembling with barely contained wrath.
"If he's gotten that strong… that bold…"
His grin returned — slow, savage, promising annihilation.
"This might actually be worth waking up for."
The bath steamed forgotten, water still rippling from his fury.
The God of Destruction was awake.
Fully.
Furious.
And the universe had just committed its gravest sin:
Making Beerus feel irrelevant.
He sank back into the bubbling water, purple fur slick, tail swishing irritably as the lavender-scented steam rose around him.
He exhaled sharply, trying to reclaim his peace.
"So," he growled, voice still edged with lingering shock, "what about the Saiyans? I told that lizard to wipe them all out."
Whis stood at the tub's edge, staff in hand, expression serene.
He consulted the glowing crystal.
"My lord, they are all but gone. Only a few remain. One serves directly under Frieza. Two work for him. And one lingers on a low-level planet."
Beerus leaned back, a satisfied smirk creeping across his face.
"Hmph. So at least the lizard did *something* right."
He reached for a goblet of divine wine — rich, ancient, swirling with starlight essence — and took a long sip.
Whis leaned in slightly, voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone.
"My lord… it seems Lord Frieza has done a little something with his appearance as well."
Beerus's eyebrow arched, curiosity piqued.
"What might that be? Has he gotten a BBL"
Whis waved his staff.
A hologram materialized above the water — crisp, life-sized.
Frieza in his new form.
Tall. Pale. Strikingly human — 6'7" of elegant, flawless muscle, white hair falling sharp, black sclera framing burning red irises.
Perfect.
Imposing.
Divine in mortal clothing.
Beerus froze mid-sip.
The wine sprayed from his mouth in a spectacular arc — splattering across the marble, the hologram flickering through the mist.
"THAT'S FRIEZA?!"
His voice cracked — genuine, visceral shock.
"IMPOSSIBLE! NO WAY! HOW IS THAT POSSIBLE?!"
He surged forward in the tub, water sloshing violently, eyes bulging as he stared at the hologram.
"That little purple dildo turned into… THAT??!"
Whis bowed slightly, hiding a faint smile.
"It seems Lord Frieza located the Cerealian Dragon Balls and wished for a 'perfect body' — precisely as you see, my lord."
Beerus's tail lashed, sending waves crashing over the tub's edge.
His aura flickered purple — rage, fascination, wounded pride all mixing.
He sank back slowly, water rippling.
"That arrogant… that insignificant…"
A slow, dangerous grin spread across his face — fangs glinting.
"Well," he muttered, "this just got interesting."
The bath steamed on.
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