Frieza watched Beerus devour the wagyu with barely restrained gusto, the God of Destruction's purrs growing louder with each bite. Whis sampled the risotto with refined delight, eyes half-closed in appreciation.
The tension simmered beneath the clink of silverware.
Frieza sipped his wine, voice casual.
"The mortal level has risen quite dramatically, I hear. Middle-upper tier. A remarkable improvement from the… chaotic eras of old."
Beerus swallowed a massive chunk of meat, eyes narrowing slightly.
"Yeah. Heard that."
Frieza set his goblet down, smile polite.
"Peaceful worlds. Populations exploding in prosperity. Conflicts eradicated. Even the dead, barren rocks — reclaimed, terraformed, productive beyond imagination."
He paused, tone light as air.
"It's almost as if the universe finally has a ruler capable of true order — without needing constant, cataclysmic… tantrums to enforce it."
Beerus's fork froze mid-air.
His tail lashed once — sharp, violent.
Purple lightning crackled around his claws.
Whis glanced sideways, faint smile frozen.
Beerus shoved in another bite, chewing with deliberate slowness, eyes burning.
Frieza continued, voice smooth as silk, sharp as a blade.
"Of course, with mortals so utterly self-sufficient these days, one can't help but wonder if certain ancient roles have become…...obsolete. Ceremonial relics of a less enlightened era."
Beerus's chewing stopped.
Aura flickered purple — brief, but sharp.
Whis took a delicate sip of wine.
Beerus set his fork down — harder than necessary.
"You got something to say, lizard.
He snarled, "if FUCKING so I'll hakai this entire empire — starting with your smug face!"
Frieza's smile never wavered.
"Merely observing, my lord. Destruction does seem rather… redundant when everything runs so smoothly."
Beerus's eyes narrowed to slits.
Purple lightning crackled around his claws.
The table trembled faintly.
Whis leaned back ever so slightly.
Beerus leaned forward now at the edge of his patience, After all he had never given a mortal second chance if they disrespected him however Frieza was no normal mortal.
His voice low and dangerous.
"Careful, Frieza. Keep poking, and I might remind you why they call me a God of Destruction."
Frieza met his gaze, unflinching.
"Poking? I'm simply noting progress. Though one might argue a gardener who only destroys has been…... outgrown by someone who cultivates."
The air crackled.
Beerus's aura exploded outward — purple fury rattling the chamber, plates vibrating, wine sloshing.
"ENOUGH!"
He is done with this bastard if he wasn't willing to stop disrespecting him then he had no need to exist.
He surged to his feet, hakai energy swirling in his palm, eyes blazing.
Frieza remained seated, smile unchanged — calm, amused, victorious.
Beerus's chest heaved.
Whis sighed softly.
The God of Destruction had been rage-baitedperfectly.
The feast was over.
And the real confrontation had just begun.
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3rd person pov
Beerus chest heaved, purple aura roaring around him like a living storm — lightning forking across the ceiling, hakai energy swirling in his palms like twin voids hungry for existence.
The chamber quaked.
Plates shattered.
Wine sprayed in crimson arcs.
"ENOUGH!"
The roar shook the ship, alarms blaring in distant corridors.
He was done.
This bastard — this mortal — had pushed too far.
Disrespecting a God of Destruction?
Twice was never an option.
Frieza remained seated — calm, legs crossed, smile etched in ice, red eyes gleaming with dark triumph.
Beerus's hakai flared brighter — a sphere of pure erasure forming in his hand, the air around it unraveling into nothing.
"You think you're clever?" Beerus snarled, voice trembling with fury. "You think you've outgrown me? I'll erase you — your empire — your smug little face — everything!"
He raised his arm.
Whis sighed softly, staff glowing faintly — ready, but silent.
Frieza's smile widened — just a fraction.
He sipped his wine one last time.
Set the goblet down.
And stood.
Slowly.
Deliberately.
The air grew heavier.
His aura stirred — not exploding, but compressing.
Golden-red light flickered beneath his skin.
God-ki.
Dense.
Infinite.
The chamber trembled anew — not from Beerus's rage, but from the pressure of two divine forces colliding.
Frieza raised his head high, voice booming with unyielding arrogance and divine certainty.
"Who decided that you were superior?"
His aura flared brighter, god-ki compressing the space around him.
"Who decided that a God of Destruction's wrath must eclipse the ambition of one who has surpassed mortality itself?"
He stepped forward, the debris orbiting him like supplicants.
"Who decided that the sun's brilliance must bow to the storm's fleeting fury?"
Frieza's smile was cold, absolute.
"I am the sun. I am the day. I am the Evil incarnate."
He extended one hand, power surging.
"And you? You are but a shadow that dares to linger past dawn."
The void trembled.
Frieza's voice dropped to a whisper that carried like thunder.
"Who decided that?"
A pause.
"I did."
Golden light erupted — flawless, silent, perfect.
Golden Frieza.
This clash was inevitable.
And the throne room became a battlefield of gods.
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Frieza's Golden aura erupted — flawless, silent, a halo of god-ki so dense it warped the chamber's light into a golden corona around him, the air itself compressing under the weight of his presence.
The throne room buckled — marble floors cracking like glass, gilded walls groaning as gravity bent to his will, the very atoms of the ship screaming in submission.
Beerus's hakai sphere flared brighter in his palm — purple-black void hungry for existence, reality unraveling at its edges.
He hurled it forward with a roar that shook the stars.
Frieza didn't dodge.
He stepped into it.
The hakai engulfed him — erasing matter, devouring space, a void that swallowed light.
For a heartbeat — silence.
Then golden light punched through — Frieza's fist emerging from the nothingness, shattering the hakai like fragile crystal, fragments of erasure dissipating into harmless sparks.
He blurred forward — speed beyond perception.
A punch — straight to Beerus's gut.
The impact detonated.
Beerus's eyes bulged, mouth opening in a choked gasp as air exploded from his lungs.
The God of Destruction rocketed backward — crashing through the throne room wall in a trail of twisted metal and shattered marble, through reinforced bulkheads that crumpled like paper, through layer after layer of the ship's hull in a deafening chain of explosions.
The breaches sealed behind him with emergency fields — too late.
Beerus tumbled into the infinite void of space — purple fur whipping wildly, body spinning uncontrollably, aura flickering in humiliated shock as blood trailed from his mouth.
Frieza followed — stepping through the ruptured hull as if parting a curtain, Golden form untouched by vacuum, red eyes locked on his prey.
He hovered in the black, the debris of Bucephalus orbiting him like supplicants.
Beerus stabilized, coughing blood, aura flaring purple in apocalyptic rage — the void crackling with hakai lightning.
Frieza's voice carried through the silence — calm, amplified by god-ki, cutting like a blade.
"Come now, Lord Beerus."
He cracked his knuckles, the sound echoing impossibly in the vacuum.
"Surely a God of Destruction can do better than that."
Beerus's roar shook the stars — hakai exploding around him in a storm of erasure.
Frieza smiled — sharp, thrilled, invincible.
And charged.
The void ignited in divine war.
One god.
One mortal who had become more.
Space itself became their battlefield — stars trembling, nebulae swirling in terror.
The clash was inevitable.
And the universe held its breath in dread.
Frieza hovered in the infinite black, Golden aura a silent, perfect halo — god-ki so dense the void itself bent around him, stars flickering as if afraid to shine too brightly.
Beerus stabilized across from him, blood trailing from his lip, purple aura exploding in apocalyptic fury — hakai lightning forking through space, erasing debris in silent bursts.
The God of Destruction roared — the sound impossible in vacuum, yet vibrating through ki like a physical force.
He charged — hakai sphere in each palm, purple voids hungry for Frieza's existence.
Frieza met him head-on.
They collided — fists slamming together in a detonation that birthed a shockwave visible across light-years, nebulae swirling in terror.
Beerus struck first — hakai-infused punch aimed at Frieza's chest.
Frieza parried — forearm blocking, the hakai grazing his skin, erasing a layer before regeneration surged golden.
He countered — lightning jab to Beerus's jaw, snapping the god's head back.
Beerus spun, tail lashing — hakai whip cracking toward Frieza.
Frieza caught it — hand closing around the energy, crushing it into sparks.
He yanked — pulling Beerus close, knee driving into his gut.
Beerus coughed blood, aura flaring brighter.
They blurred — speed beyond light, punches trading in silent explosions.
Each clash birthed novas of energy — golden vs purple, god-ki clashing in bursts that warped space, creating brief rifts where stars glimpsed other universes.
Beerus unleashed a barrage — hakai orbs raining like meteors.
Frieza weaved — dodging, deflecting, one orb grazing his shoulder — flesh erased, then regenerating in golden fire.
He retaliated — Death Beam from his finger, piercing Beerus's aura, drawing blood from the god's side.
Beerus roared, hakai exploding outward in a sphere.
Frieza punched through it — fist shattering the void, connecting with Beerus's face in a thunderclap that sent the god tumbling through space.
Beerus stabilized, eyes blazing — fury, shock, thrill.
He charged again — full power, hakai coating his fists.
Frieza smiled — thrilled, alive.
Golden aura compressing tighter.
The void became their arena.
Two gods locked in war.
No mercy.
No holding back.
The universe trembled.
And the battle raged on — eternal, cataclysmic, beautiful in its destruction.
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Next chapter we will see why Beerus is said to be the strongest.