Bardock's gaze locked onto the two figures not far away, his body trembling uncontrollably—not from fear, but from barely restrained excitement.
Three whole years. A long, agonizing three years.
Bardock had been waiting foolishly yet stubbornly for the arrival of this master and servant.
He knew very well that in the original timeline, not long after the Saiyans ruled Planet Vegeta, Lord Beerus, the God of Destruction, and Whis the Angel would descend upon the planet.
For those three years, Bardock barely dared to leave the planet.
He feared that if Beerus arrived while he was gone, some hot-headed Saiyan might provoke him—and by the time Bardock returned, his homeland would already be erased.
Now that they were finally here, Bardock wasted no time.
With a sharp burst of speed, he flew straight toward them and landed firmly in front of the pair.
He placed his right hand across his chest and performed a standard Saiyan salute—neither servile nor arrogant.
"Lord Beerus, Mr. Whis, welcome to Saiyan Star," Bardock said respectfully.
Beerus tilted his head slightly, his cold peripheral vision sweeping over Bardock. His expression remained arrogant as ever.
"Who are you?" Beerus asked.
Bardock replied calmly, his voice steady. "Bardock, King of Saiyan Star."
Beerus frowned slightly. "You know this God?"
Bardock kept his hand to his chest and answered evenly, "Yes. Records of Lord Beerus, God of Destruction, exist within our clan."
Hearing this, Whis gave Bardock a thoughtful look and nodded faintly.
Beerus rubbed his stomach casually. "Since you know this God, lead the way to the palace. Let's get the formalities over with."
With that, he ignored Bardock entirely and strode toward the palace, Whis following leisurely behind.
Whis glanced back and smiled. "Mr. Bardock, you may go make preparations."
Only then did Bardock finally let out a quiet sigh of relief.
As for what those so-called "formalities" meant, Bardock understood perfectly.
A feast.
If Beerus was satisfied, the planet would survive.
If the food was mediocre, half the planet might vanish.
And if Beerus was displeased…
Then the entire Saiyan race would be lining up to meet King Yama.
Bardock immediately followed. "Lord Beerus, Mr. Whis, this way please. I've already made arrangements."
The moment he had seen them earlier, Bardock had used his communicator to contact Paragus, ordering him to prepare a feast of the highest standard possible.
Beerus snorted. "I hope it suits this God's taste."
Whis smiled gently. "Mr. Bardock seems very well prepared."
Bardock gave an apologetic chuckle. "I will do my utmost to satisfy both of you."
The situation was stronger than pride. At a time like this, arrogance wasn't dignity—it was suicide.
A massive dining table had already been placed inside the throne hall, so large it was almost absurd.
Saiyans had enormous appetites, after all. The plates alone were specially made, each over a meter in diameter.
After receiving the order, Paragus had dropped everything and flown to the palace in just over ten seconds to personally oversee the preparations.
Fortunately, most of the food was already ready.
Bardock led Beerus and Whis to the table. Beerus glanced indifferently at the dazzling spread before him.
He casually picked up a piece of meat from some unknown beast, chewed it twice, then spat it out in disgust.
His face darkened. "King Vegeta, is this how you entertain this God?"
Bardock's heart tightened. He had already expected this outcome.
This level of hospitality simply wasn't enough.
Beerus wasn't Champa from Universe 6. With his long lifespan, he had tasted delicacies from most of Universe 7.
While none of them compared to Earth's food, Saiyans were hardly known for culinary talent.
Even though Bardock had spent the last three years collecting spices and refining cooking methods, the limitations of ingredients still made the dishes fall short.
Bardock bowed slightly. "Lord Beerus, I sincerely apologize. This is the best we could prepare. Please bear with us."
Beerus snorted coldly. "You call this the best? It seems you Saiyans have no need to continue existing."
A purple sphere of destruction slowly formed in his palm.
Paragus, already well aware of the God of Destruction's temperament, cautiously spoke up. "Lord Beerus, we truly did everything we could. Please show us mercy."
Whis smiled and intervened. "Lord Beerus, why not give them one more chance? Let's see if they have anything else worth tasting before destroying the planet."
Beerus frowned, scanned the table again, and finally said, "Fine. One more chance. Prepare again."
Bardock nodded immediately. "Thank you, Lord Beerus. We'll prepare at once."
He turned sharply. "Paragus! Prepare a dinosaur egg, a bowl of rice, a barbecue grill—and set up an iron wok outside!"
Paragus nodded repeatedly and rushed off without hesitation.
Bardock then faced Beerus again. "Lord Beerus, please wait a little longer. I'll cook personally this time. I hope it suits your taste."
Beerus lounged back on the throne, waving lazily. "Hmph. Then this God will wait. Don't exhaust my patience."
Before long, Paragus returned, panting, with everything prepared.
Bardock took a deep breath, rolled up his sleeves, and focused completely.
He placed the iron wok over the fire and poured in oil. Once it heated, he tapped the dinosaur egg against the rim and cracked it open smoothly, letting the thick egg liquid slide into the wok.
Sizzle!
The egg immediately burst into sound.
Holding the spatula, Bardock stirred rapidly, scrambling the egg into fine, even pieces. He then poured the rice into the wok, mixing it thoroughly.
With practiced movements, he flipped the rice again and again, each grain coated evenly in golden egg.
Next came the seasonings—carefully measured, precisely added. The aroma quickly filled the entire hall.
At the same time, Bardock placed fresh cuts of meat onto the grill, turning them constantly and brushing them with sauce.
The meat slowly turned golden and crisp, fat dripping onto the charcoal and sparking small flames.
Finally, Bardock presented a steaming bowl of egg fried rice alongside perfectly grilled meat—crispy outside, tender inside.
"Lord Beerus," he said respectfully, "please taste it."
Beerus looked indifferent at first, but the aroma made his ears twitch.
He scooped up a spoonful of egg fried rice and chewed slowly.
His eyes widened instantly.
He took another large bite. "This taste… it's uniquely delicious!"
Whis tasted both the rice and the meat, smiling in surprise. "Mr. Bardock, I never imagined you possessed such culinary skill."
Bardock smiled lightly. "I'm honored by your praise."
Beerus leaned back contentedly. "You pass this time. This planet may live—for now."
Only then did Bardock and Paragus finally relax.
Seizing the moment, Bardock spoke carefully, "Lord Beerus, this food actually originates from a low-level planet called Earth."
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