Drop the stones.
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I was recently really hurt in my waist.....
Your sister Was very Ruthless to say the least.
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The Grand Priest reappeared like punctuation at the end of a sentence no one wanted to finish.
Two objects were already in motion.
The Potara earrings cut through space, spinning lazily, almost mockingly, before smacking into Beerus' and Champa's hands. The sound was soft. Insultingly soft, considering what they represented.
The Grand Priest didn't raise his voice. He didn't need to.
"You will fight together," he said, tone smooth and merciless, "with the intent to kill. Frieza will be doing the same."
A beat.
Then, like an afterthought delivered with surgical cruelty:
"Please make sure to die with dignity."
Silence detonated.
Beerus froze, eyes twitching. Champa's jaw dropped just enough to show disbelief before rage flooded in. Their auras flared instinctively, clashing, snarling, refusing cooperation even now.
And then—
Frieza laughed.
Not a refined chuckle. Not a villain's polite amusement.
He lost it.
"Hahahaha—!"
He bent forward slightly, one hand on his chest as if the Grand Priest had just told the greatest joke in cosmic history. His shoulders shook. His tail flicked with genuine delight.
"Oh—oh that's rich," Frieza said between laughs. "Die with dignity. How thoughtful."
Whis tried—truly tried—to maintain composure. He lasted half a second.
"Fufufu—!"
Vados covered her mouth, a soft giggle escaping before she could stop it.
Both angels immediately straightened afterward, faces serene again, as if nothing had happened. True expert of Changing their expression at a moment Notice
But the damage was done.
Beerus' eye twitched violently.
Champa snarled, "WHAT IS SO FUNNY, YOU—"
The Grand Priest turned his head.
That was all.
The pressure alone crushed Champa's words into his throat. He snapped his mouth shut instantly, sweat beading down his face.
The Grand Priest regarded the two Destroyers in silence for a moment longer, then spoke again, as calmly as if discussing the weather.
"Well," he said, "I am not an optimistic individual by nature."
He glanced—briefly—at Frieza, whose smile had settled into something razor-sharp.
"They may manage to surprise you."
Another pause.
"But that will be all."
Beerus stared at the earrings in his palm.
Fusion.
Forced cooperation.
Against that.
Champa's hands were shaking now. Not from power—but from the dawning realization that even the Grand Priest had already placed them in the category of acceptable losses.
Frieza straightened, laughter finally fading into a wide, satisfied grin.
Two Gods of Destruction.
One fused body.
And still—
"Please," Frieza said pleasantly, eyes glinting with malicious anticipation, "do try not to disappoint me."
Somewhere deep inside the cosmic hierarchy, dignity quietly packed its bags and left.
"Alright enough dilly dally put on the Potara in your ear and end this show quickly".Grand Priest said.
Both Beerus and Champa decided that they had enough of being the butt end of a joke.
They put potara on both ears.
The Potara activated.
There was no warning flash—no grace to it. The universe simply snapped.
Beerus and Champa were torn from themselves, bodies yanked forward as if hooked by invisible chains.
Their auras detonated on contact, destruction energy colliding with destruction energy in a violent feedback loop that cracked space like glass under pressure.
Champa screamed first.
Beerus followed—more in rage than pain.
Light swallowed them.
Not divine light.
Not angelic.
It was ugly—dense, corrosive, purple-black energy folding inward on itself, crushing two existences into one shape whether they wanted it or not.
If there were Planets in nearby systems they would have imploded from the pressure spike.
The Stars would have dimmed, their fusion reactions choking as if afraid to burn too brightly.
Then the light collapsed.
What stood in its place was wrong.
An ugly Abomination born from the desperation of Useless God's
The fusion was taller than Beerus, broader than Champa—lean muscle wrapped over a frame built for annihilation.
The body carried Beerus' sleek, predatory proportions, but Champa's mass had been refined into something terrifyingly efficient rather than sloppy.
Its skin was a darker shade of violet, almost bruised in tone, etched with faint, glowing destruction runes that pulsed like a second heartbeat. The chest rose slowly, each breath exhaling visible heat that warped reality in front of it.
The face—
That was the worst part.
Beerus' sharp, regal features were there, but twisted by Champa's brutish excess. One eye narrow and feline with cold intelligence, the other slightly wider, burning with unstable fury. The ears stood tall but jagged at the edges, torn-looking, as if reality itself had struggled to decide how to shape them.
Its mouth curled into a grin that didn't belong to either of them alone.
Too cruel to be Beerus'.
Too calculating to be Champa's.
The tail lashed once, cracking space with a sound like thunder breaking bone.
Destruction energy poured off the fusion in waves—not flaring, not leaking—pressurizing the void around it. Every motion carried the weight of erasure. This wasn't raw Hakai. This was refined annihilation fused with gluttonous excess.
The fusion rolled its neck slowly.
"I hate this," it growled—two voices overlapping, harmonized in resentment.
Then it looked at Frieza.
And smiled.
For the first time since the fusion began, the universe felt hope.
Not because the fusion was stronger.
But because it believed—briefly—that this thing might actually be enough.
Frieza's smile widened in response.
"Oh," he said softly, delighted. "Good. You did bring everything you had."
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Bempa straightened, spine cracking as if the universe itself were resetting around him.
The steps he'd been forced to take carved invisible trenches through space, distortion rippling outward like shockwaves on water.
His feet finally locked in place, claws digging into nothingness, destruction energy flaring instinctively to keep him upright.
"Our name is Bempa," the fusion snarled, voice layered and wrong, like metal dragged across a blackboard soaked in blood.
"The unholy abomination born of desperate gods."
His eyes burned brighter. "And you will be vanquished from this realm, slimy demon."
Frieza laughed.
He laughed like someone who had just been told a joke far too late.
"Oh, I see," Frieza said, turning slowly, hands relaxed at his sides. "What an honor—to be defeated by the fusion of two gods who ran out of options."
His tail swayed lazily. "Should I kneel? Sing your praises? Beg?"
Bempa roared and lunged—
—and Frieza vanished.
No flash. No afterimage.
He appeared behind the fusion and drove his fist straight into Bempa's back, all the power of his base form compressed into a single, merciless point.
The impact didn't explode.
It collapsed.
Space folded inward with a deafening, silent crunch.
Bempa's body locked, muscles screaming, destruction energy flaring wildly as he fought not to be launched like Beerus had been.
His feet skidded forward—one step, then another, then a third—each step tearing reality like fabric under strain.
Bempa snarled, forcing himself to stop.
Frieza withdrew his fist and tilted his head, unimpressed.
"Hehehe," he chuckled. "You can't even stay unfazed when I punch you in my base form." His eyes narrowed, smile sharpening. "How truly disappointing."
Bempa's aura detonated outward in fury, stars in distant systems flickering as if frightened. "Insolent creature!" he screamed.
"We are destruction itself! We can erase universes with a thought!"
Frieza leaned forward slightly, eyes gleaming with cold amusement.
"Then," he said softly, "think harder."
And for the first time since the fusion was born, Bempa felt it.
Fear.
Because beneath Frieza's calm exterior, beneath the mocking smile and casual posture, something vast and coiled was waiting—patient, predatory, and utterly uninterested in mercy.
This wasn't a fight for survival.
This was Frieza testing how long gods could scream before they broke.