In an unwanted world where events don't take the interests of our most beloved characters, there still exists a divine being with very detailed auguries during his slumber, though the things that take place differ here in the true original timeline within the world of Dragon Ball.

Disclaimer: None of the characters are mine! Dragon Ball itself has been created by Akira Toriyama. Rights holder goes to Shueisha.

On a world far away from the terror that was Planet Earth, peace had been an all around thing here. Well, most times whenever alarm bombs weren't exploding or whenever the great Lord himself wasn't throwing a temper tantrum.

Kaboom!

In what could be considered a literal tree house (with a palace built in the upper half of a tree), an explosion occurred inside the divine structured house. Even though it was a loud bang that made resting birds decamp in a hurry, the alarm didn't appear to wake up the targeted individual. Already knowing that he wouldn't be getting up, the attendant known as Whis, would have to assist in waking up his lord: Beerus, destroyers of worlds. Walking by oversized noen violet crystals on the walkway, Whis watched as a huge chunk of rock fell down the spiarling path that lasted for thousands of yards below.

Making his way through the huge dump of smoke, Beerus' attendant set his eyes upon the purple cat, who was surrounded by floating rocks and sand clocks protected by barriers. Generally speaking, sand clocks would last a normal hour, but Beerus had intentionally set it for 39 years, the very same amount of time Beerus used to garner his rest.

"Lord Beerus, it's time to wake up!"

It took the voice of Whis for Beerus' long cat ears to fidget, although an explosion and crash ten times the sound said voice didn't even make Beerus budge in his sleep. It was obvious that Beerus had been woken up from his sleep by the exploding alarm bombs but he was just too damn lazy to even get up. Hell, he was even drifting back to sleep.

Whis stood there and watched as the sand clocks all fell to zero. As soon as the entirety of the sand had went from top to bottom, they rang, kicking up more smoke and soot in the process. The second alarm bomb going off didn't move Beerus, though once a multitude of others began going off simultaneously, Beerus groaned out of pure aggravation.

Covering his eyes and mouth, Whis shouted. "I wouldn't want you to oversleep now!"

It was only a matter of time until Beerus himself fell victim to one of the alarm bombs. The big cup made of gold that was placed atop one of the many hovering rocks had came falling down with Beerus on it as the rock below it exploded as well.

DUNGG!

"Ow…"

The constant ringing resonating through his sensitive ears elicited Beerus to actually move by rolling over and falling on his side. Slightly opening his eyes, he spotted Whis walking toward him. "39 years isn't anything more than a short nap. I should have set the clock at least another 11 years." Just talking so much after immediately waking up, Beerus couldn't help but open wide and let out an obnoxious yawn.

"Then why not set it to fifty?" Whis asked him. Through the tens of thousands of years that Whis had been aside Beerus, it was very unusual for him to set his resting period to anything less than half a century. He wondered what the motive behind it could have been.

"There's something I meant to check up on." Slowly getting up on his feet, Beerus started to lick at the thin fur on his arms. In between licks, he spoke. "But for the life of me, I can't remember what it is I wanted to come back to."

"Ah." Not wanting to be too pushy, he changed topic. "Well, be sure to take your bath. I've prepared it for you not long ago and I know you'd rather it not get cold."

"Eh, nah." Beerus rubbed his eyes. "You know I have a distaste for baths. My tongue gets the job done just fine, y'know."

"You're covered in soot and dirt, Lord Beerus. Unless your tongue can reach every region of your body, I'd highly recommend that you do tend to the bath. After all, I doubt your tongue can bring out the potential mold in your ears."

Beerus, as stubborn as ever, remained on his feet, licking himself. "I'll be fine."

"Your stink is as potent as your prowess. Pee whew." Whis waved his hand near his nose. "I doubt those people from Planet Sweetz will serve you if you continue to stink up the entire room while they're preparing meals. It'd be quite a big disturbance for them and they wouldn't be able to prepare meals to the best of their ability."

Beerus sighed. Unless he actually did take his bath, Whis would just continue to send horrible jokes flying out of nowhere until he actually did wash himself properly, even though in Beerus' eyes, licking was the proper way for hygiene. He did not want to have to deal with this the entire day. "Fine," he acquiesced.

Subsequent to taking his bath, Beerus dressed himself in a white robe with a white headband that somehow managed to fit around his big head. Sitting at a dining table in a room with an aquarium of fish swimming behind him, he ate at the most delicious meals that derived from their current planet.

As he ate, Beerus wondered just how the universe and its ruler had been holding up all these years. "During my slumber, did Freeza go through with destroying Planet Vegeta after he asked for my blessing to do so?"

"Yes. He blew it up not long after you went to sleep," Whis confirmed.

"Good to hear." Beerus shoved a fork full of meat into his face before talking with his mouth full. "Those Saiyans were far more trouble than this universe needed. Hell, Freeza was as well. I suppose I can destroy him first thing once we depart from this world for a while."

"Sorry to burst your bubble, but Freeza himself has been dealt with a long time ago—him and his father.

Nearly choking on his food after hearing this shocking info come from Whis' mouth, Beerus' eyes were as wide as the poles asunder. "Say what!? Someone more powerful than Freeza?" Last time Beerus checked, Freeza was the strongest in the universe asides him and Whis. For someone to defeat Freeza was commendable. He couldn't help but wonder who. "Why what type of person could have actually defeated him?"

"Allow me to show you." Raising his hand as a gesture, Whis' mystical staff appeared out of thin air. With one click of the staff to the stone floor, a circulation of green light surrounded the room prior to the staff generating a hologram of the events of Freeza's defeat. The events of Son Goku's first transcendence as a Saiyan to him arriving back on Earth and taking care of Freeza and his father Cold were what Beerus had been witnessing. Both times, Son Goku powered up, with not only his hair changing, but the fierceness in his eyes and color of the pupils as well.

Throughout this, Beerus couldn't help but wonder just who this person was. Beating Freeza not once but twice showed Goku's true superiority over Freeza and that he was a person meant to be taken seriously by other mortals. To Beerus, Goku was still under him, but could he be something connected to the dreams he had been having? His appearance felt far too familiar. "Who is he?" Beerus asked.

"One of the last Saiyans," Whis replied. "He answered to both Son Goku and Kakarot. Unfortunately, he passed away some time ago, leaving behind his son, though he's able to stay on King Kai's world. One of the notable figures should be Vegeta's second son, Tarble, given that his first was killed a while ago as well."

Beerus had immediately blown off Vegeta and his heir, for they weren't established to have done anything even remotely as great as Son Goku. "For a Saiyan to defeat Freeza...that's something."

"During that time, the Saiyans managed to power up to a form in what they called Super Saiyan, something far different than their common transformation under the full moon. It could have been something to spread but the two ones who had it at the time perished, leaving only one Super Saiyan behind to my knowledge."

Super Saiyan. Super Saiyan.

Beerus knew that it felt far too familiar with him. Fidgeting around in his chair and kicking his feet back, Beerus' mind wandered as the names of a Super Saiyan felt all too familiar to him. Whis observed that Beerus was familiar with the term Super Saiyan, but how was something unknown to him, so he just waited until his lord figured it out. By this point, Beerus felt it had to be something connected with not only his dreams, but from an omen that had been shared with him just 39 years ago. Giving it some hard thought, Beerus did manage to eventually come to the conclusion.

"GOD!" Beerus yelled with a bright lightbulb shining over his head. "It's a Super Saiyan God!" All wide eyed and happy as if he discovered a super top hidden secret, Beerus started to dance all over the place. "I had a dream about fighting one! That must be it, there's no other explanation!"

"Are you implying this to be a premonition, Lord Beerus?"

"YES!"

"Like the one you had about a famous galactic idol moving close to us?"

Beerus rolled his eyes. "No, this is definite—destined to be! I have to find this Saiyan God and fight him!"

"Are you sure this isn't just a dream?" Whis asked, still very unsure about this. "Your premonitions really don't have a reputation of coming to fruition."

Beerus just grinned. Sure, Whis was all talk, but he had somebody for him. "How about we refer to our beloved oracle?"

"Oh?"

If Beerus could back up his premonition with the oracle fish, then maybe Beerus' words had some genuine merit to them. Still, he was in a state of great doubt. Regardless of that, Whis was willing to entertain Beerus, so the two decided to go on about their day and make plans according to Beerus' premonition.

On Planet Earth, times of comfortability and peace were very rare. Almost every day there was someone getting killed or something getting torn down by the two monsters that had plagued the planet just over ten years ago. In order to have a good time, Gohan, Bulma, Trunks, Chi-Chi, and Gyumao all stored as much food as possible for the duration of months to have one big and giant feast. It wasn't often that they got together like this but today in particular called for a special occasion.

"So? How was it?" Chi-Chi asked, referring to the food that everyone had just finished eating up, like they were having their last meal. The woman, though only in her early forties at this point, looked ten years older due to the constant stress she endured ever since her husband passed away. Everything following her husband's death took an insane toll on her, even causing the woman to have an unexpected miscarriage. On top of that, to see Gohan's dreams of being a scholar go down the drain was also disheartening, but she was glad to have her son alive, despite him being a fighter (which could potentially get him killed one day).

Picking up the plates, Chi-Chi placed them all in the dishes of the kitchen sink. "I wish your parents were still alive to see you age up another year, Bulma," Chi-Chi said as she washed the dishes.

"Yeah." Bulma took a sip of some preserved wine she had. Looking at the half empty bottle, she slightly frowned, well aware that it was the last one her father had saved up before his untimely passing. She planned on using it all up this very day as a memory to him. "But who would want to see their daughter get old?" she asked to lighten up the mood. Comedy was commonly used at this time to hide the pain that laid dormant.

Everyone laughed—everyone besides Trunks.

"You're not that old, mom," Trunks reminded her. "You're still as beautiful as ever."

"Awww, thank you, Trunks," Bulma blushed. She knew that he was just trying to make her feel better but her son's pure intentions sure did uplift her for the moment. Oh, she didn't know what she'd do if she didn't have her son with her. He was the only thing left that truly kept her together.

Her 12 year old son smiled widely, taking pleasure in brightening her mother's mood. "No problem."

Getting up from his seat, Gohan made it apparent that he was just about ready to get home. Everyone had talked and rejoiced once the food was brought together and they even played home games while the meals were being cooked but once everything had been eaten up, Gohan figured it was best to not prolong their stay. He wanted to make it home before the evening time. "I hate to cut this short, guys, but we have to leave before the sun goes out."

"Oh, it's no problem," Bulma told him. "You know you're all welcome back here anytime."

"Yeah, I'll be back sometime this week to train with Trunks." Though only 12, Bulma was totally fine with her son being trained to be strong and protect herself. She was objective to Trunks fighting the cyborgs but she perfectly understood why Gohan was training him. Hell, he was already a Super Saiyan, but he still had a lack of experience, which was truly terrifying.

"Oh, it's been so good to see you!" Chi-Chi hugged Bulma tightly. Before their world came to shit, Bulma and Chi-Chi were never close with one another but the current situation in which they lived in had brought them closer together than ever.

"You, too, Chi-Chi."

"Will you become a Super Saiyan as you train me next time, Gohan?" Trunks asked. For the longest, he hoped that Gohan would transform so that he could train him as a Super Saiyan but the only time he did that was to demonstrate to Trunks what's needed to become a Super Saiyan so that he himself could finely remember how to channel that power whenever the time called for it.

"Ah…" Gohan scratched the back of his head. In his own mind, he only wanted to train Trunks as a Super Saiyan only when Trunks' Super Saiyan form managed to challenge his own base form. Until that, Gohan didn't see the need in pushing him so much under such power. "Maybe, kiddo. We'll see when the day comes, alright?"

"Alright!"

"Alright, y'all." Gohan walked toward the door, with his mother and grandfather just behind. "See ya soon!"

"See ya!" Bulma yelled back. "Be careful!"

Gohan sat in the backseat of their car as his grandfather took passenger side while his mother drove. After a full on meal like that, Gohan naturally felt tired with a desire for rest. In his free time, when he didn't train or sleep, he still read books and even wrote! Despite now being the world's protector and mentor to a young Trunks, deep down inside Gohan still chased knowledge. Whenever he came across a book, torn or not, he did his best to decipher. He had stacks of them at home. So even in a world of hell, he never stopped learning. In his heart he was a scholar, like he always aimed to be.

Eyes fluttering, the hybrid Saiyan was just on the verge of falling asleep.

SKRRRTTT!

Pushing the wheel to the side with her foot on the breaks, Chi-Chi had virtually panicked when she saw a mysterious and unmoving figure standing right in front of the vehicle in motion. Drifting off to the side, the car managed to come to a complete stop just centimeters from a broken down house. Luckily for them, they just avoided a horrible wreck.

Heart pumping at the thought of the killer cyborgs appearing before them, Gohan opened the backdoor of the car and hopped out with true haste, sliding through the ground on his feet. The young 21 year old looked around on the land, looking for one of them at the very least.

"I'm up here!"

Looking up, Son Gohan's eyes spotted a purple cat and an aneglic looking creature. Never before had he ever laid eyes on such people and he knew that they weren't from Earth. Asides that, he couldn't help but wonder just why he wasn't able to sense their ki. No living person asides the cyborgs were undetectable so he didn't understand it. Were they cyborgs as well?

"Gohan!" Chi-Chi called out.

"GO HOME!" he barked. "Now!"

Usually it would be the other way around with the mother ordering the son around but in moments like these, Chi-Chi didn't have to be told twice. She started up the car, backed up and took off on an alternate route. As they left, Beerus descended down onto Earth's land, looking over the planet, comparing what it looked like when he arrived there hundreds of years ago. "Must I say, this world is more of a mess than what I remember it to be!" He turned over to Whis. "You said this world was in bad shape but my, was that an understatement."

Whis just chuckled.

"Who are you and why are you here?" Gohan asked, on the defensive.

"Gohan, is it not?" Beerus asked him as he picked at his teeth. "My, you look just like Son Goku. Change the hair and you'd be the literal spitting image of him, from the facial features to the clothes even."

Father?

"What do you know about Son Goku?" Gohan asked. It had been ages since he last seen his father. Sure enough, he thought about him a lot but to have someone else mention him as if they knew him was just too unusual.

"Well, for one, I know that you're his son. And for two, I just got done having a word with him on King Kai's world." Beerus then sighed. "Whis told me it'd be a waste of time even coming here to look for what I've been searching but I had to give it a shot." He started to walk up to Gohan, who had to restrain himself from budging out of anxiety.

Stopping to where there was a ten yard gap between them, Beerus decided it was time to inform Son Gohan on why he was here. "I've had a dream about the Super Saiyan God, which has been prophesied to challenge me thirty nine years ago. Today is the day and so far your father hasn't even proven himself to be worthy against me. I could have destroyed him but what's the point in destroying someone that's already dead?"

"You...fought...dad?"

"Eh, I wouldn't say fought. He only gave me a decent warm up."

Gohan was flabbergasted. His father had been dead for just over a decade, no doubt training as always. Knowing that his dad has been getting stronger at a much quicker pace than any other person on this planet, then how in the hell would he be able to give this guy what he wanted?

"My father is way ahead of me," Gohan told Beerus. "I can't fight you because I'd just be wasting your time. So please...leave." Unlike his father, Gohan didn't prefer to settle disputes with fighting. If such could be avoided, then he'd pick the civil approach every single time. But as he grew and grew, he learned that things just couldn't be this way all the time—nor did he expect it to be so easy with this newcomer.

Beerus smiled. "It's not that simple to get rid of me with words, especially given what I've been told about you. Your father informed me that you have a great power splurge whenever angered. If that's the case, then I need to see for myself." Sure enough, Beerus was cognizant that Gohan was weaker than Goku but perhaps it could be his anger to bring out the power of a Super Saiyan God? If it was anger to aid a Saiyan in becoming a Super Saiyan, then why not a God?

Gohan grinded his teeth.

Why, dad?

If Gohan was under any other circumstance, he'd accept Beerus' proposal and fight him but with the cyborgs still lurking around, he didn't want to bring any unwanted attention. "I can't fight you. I have enough to worry about here." Obtaining his cool, Gohan stood up straight and turned around. "Good-Bye." If Beerus was considerate, then he wouldn't force a person to fight him, even though Gohan didn't have that perception of Beerus. Regardless, he had to try.

Hopefully he leaves.

"Take one more step and this planet goes bye bye," Beerus said. Upon hearing those words, Gohan came to an absolute stop. "I understand that you're unaware of who I am, so allow me to fill you in: I am Beerus, the destroyer of worlds—a divine entity. My duty is to destroy planets that provide no overall value to the universe of this world. I will have no qualms with blowing this planet up to bits if necessary. By the looks of it, this planet would be better off destroyed after all. However, if you stick around to fight me, I MIGhT reconsider sparing this pathetic excuse of a planet.

Gohan immediately turned around. "You wouldn't!" Already using his first two straws, Gohan hoped that his third and final straw would be succesfful: calling Beerus' bluff.

Beerus spread his fingers out—the palm of his hand facing the ground beneath him. "Wanna test that bet!?" A bright purple energy began to grow. "Keep in mind that my power is far ahead than anything beyond your little imagination so with even one drop of microscopic energy, this world will go poof."

Here he was charging ki and Gohan still wasn't able to sense anything from him at all! Could it be that he was so strong that his power was just on another field of existence? No, that couldn't make sense! He had to be some type of cyborg.

"Fine!" Gohan powered up to full strength. The once pitch black hair and pupils he once had changed color that instant. His hair stuck up as a bright golden color as his pupils took the appearance of a green color. The once innocent look in his eyes had turned to that of a fierce savage looking warrior. Not only that, but his tone of voice grew more harsh as well. "If this is what you wanted, then so be it."

"Hm." Beerus tapped his lip. "Come at me." After fighing Goku on King Kai's planet, Beerus wasn't even remotely impressed by the first stage of Super Saiyan. Could anger truly bring out so much power from Gohan?

Hopping off his back foot, Gohan sprung into action. His first attempt at a strike with a knife hand was sidestepped by Beerus, who was still tapping his lip. Gohan pounced off his left leg and tried to kick with his right, though Beerus blocked with his pinky finger.

"Where is that anger?" Pushing him away with the finger, Gohan was sent spinning at near uncontrollable speeds.

Just before his back came into contact with a rusted house behind him, Gohan flipped around and used his feet as leverage to shoot right back at Beerus.

Dodging and moving his head around as if Gohan wasn't even worth touching, Beerus just taunted him. "Kick it up a notch!" Bending backward, Beerus avoided Gohan's vertical kick. Instead of staying on the defensive, Beerus made his very first move—kicking Gohan directly in the stomach.

All Beerus did was give Gohan a light tap but the young Saiyan warrior went crashing through countless buildings within the vicinity.

Hovering in the air, Beerus watched down with his hands behind his back. "Still not angry? Aren't you upset that the very guy who is capable of destroying this world is toying with you—you amateur!? GET ANGRY!" All Beerus wanted to do was bring out the anger inside of Gohan but trying to quickly force it and only failing resulted in Beerus himself getting upset.

Slowly, Gohan removed himself from the rubble that he had been kicked into. Just by how everything had been going thus far, Gohan already knew this guy was different. Giving it his all from the very beginning, nothing came out of it. But still, if he didn't fight, then everything would be history. Gohan couldn't have that. The organs inside his body kept moving and felt like they were going to explode. The horrible aching pain was too much to manage but he had no choice. He had to fight!

"RAHHH!"

An elbow targeted for the diaphragm was blocked and parried. Increasing distance in the air, Gohan had just missed with a swipe and received a light kick to the face.

ZIP!

Appearing directly behind Gohan just subsequent to him being sent flying yet again, the young warrior came to an absolute halt, feeling his back against Beerus'. He turned around to punch him, though to no avail. Beerus, now on top of Gohan's head, dug in his nose. "I knew you were weaker than your father naturally but I'm still waiting on that explosive power." He plucked the booger on the man's shoulder.

By the time Gohan raised his hands a mere centimeter to touch Beerus, the man had received a devastating blow to the gut, one that quaked the insides of his body. Grabbing him by the collar, Gohan had been pulled close to his face. Close up, he could see the frustration in Beerus' eyes. He could see that he truly longed for a challenge and his constant disappointment would only render Beerus all the more incentive to not only erase him, but everything he cared about.

"Are you really going to perform like this? If you really wanted me to destroy this world, you could have just said so, y'know."

No, I can't. He's too strong! But...I can't give up either. The lives of so many people depend on it!

Looking back, Gohan recalled when the cyborgs had first appeared and started causing mayhem. There was absolutely nothing he could do to stop them and so, he left the battlefield in hopes of finding the Dragon Balls to save the lives of those he cared about. The plan failed and this resulted in the deaths of Vegeta, Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, Chaotzu, Piccolo..and so many more! Gohan was too weak so he had to leave and let the big boys carry on. Now he was a big boy and he still couldn't do jack shit! It hurt him but even more...it angered him.

A revitalization of Gohan's fierce aura brightened the entirety of West City. "NO MORE!"

Looking on at this great act took even Whis by surprise. "Oh."

Gohan emitted a substantial amount of energy, far more than his normal limitations would permit. Failure here was not an option. And even if he was meant to fail, he'd do so by pushing himself and not wussing out.

A headbutt from Gohan had surprised Beerus. No, it didn't hurt but he could feel the true ferocity behind his attack and it was noted that his power had increased a lot more.

After rendering the purple cat an upward kick that sent Beerus flying, Gohan zoomed in on him and continued on striking with a flurry of combos. Beerus could feel the hardened punches, elbows, and kicks being put behind evey strike but so far, they weren't doing very much for him. As Gohan put one hundred and ten percent into each hit, he wasn't even aware that Beerus didn't feel nothing but a tickle. Putting an extreme amount of force into his kick to the chin and following up with a knee to the stomach and ended his combo by rendering Beerus a double axe handle, which was powerful enough to send the Hakaishin falling down at rapid rates.

"Kamehameha!"

In hopes of doing the most damage possible, Gohan let go his most powerful variation of the Kamehameha. As soon as Beerus was struck by it, the entire area was enclosed by a grandiose illumination of ki, expanding itself to even Whis' personal point of view, though he was unmoved by it.

Once the energy had died down, Gohan could be seen sweating bullets, looking like he got done running ten trillion consecutive marathon races. As he continuously huffed and puffed, his heart pumped harder than it did during this battle more than any other fight he ever endured. Nobody had ever pushed him this far before and Gohan could feel himself on the brink of touching something beyond, but that anger he used a lot in the past died down as he grew. That spark he felt left just as quickly as it came.

Did I do it? Did I even do anything at all?

Seeing Beerus standing up right on his feet as if nothing happened told Gohan everything he needed to know. With his eyes closed, he took a shuddering breath as chills went up his spine. All of that and Beerus could only sneeze? Seriously?

After wiping off some dust from his shoulder, Beerus looked over to his attendant "Say, Whis!" he called out.

"Yes?"

"I must say, this kid is undoubtedly one of the most powerful beings alive in this universe, perhaps top 3, if you want to discount deities. How much power would you say I've been using thus far?"

"Oh, well…" Whis started to rub his chin. Judging the last time Beerus had partook in an actual fight and comparing that incident to this, it left Whis in quite the black area. Regardless, he knew that it was very little but he couldn't exactly pinpoint just how much power Beerus had been using. "If I had to truly guess, I'd say that you've been using a millionth of your full power...at the VERY most. I'd argue ten times less than that but that seems about right, wouldn't you say?"

"What!?" Gohan shouted.

"Nah, hahaha. I'm not good at gauging my own power because I'm so strong but even I know that you're way off, Whis. I'm actually using a hundred millionth. By being the one who's taught me over the years, I'm surprised you can't even figure this out."

"Well, sorry," Whis responded sarcastically.

"No way…" Gohan shook his head, body shaking in absolute horror. "You can't be serious—you're bluffing!"

"I wish I was, kiddo, I really do. But don't forget, I'm a literal God, far above King Kai. I'm hundreds of millions times stronger than that fatso. What you just did was very commendable and it should be something that makes you proud but that sad face you're making is just you insulting yourself because you're downplaying your true power. Sure, compared to me you're a fly but still...you're amazing in your own right."

Gohan clenched his fists, boiling with rage. How could this bastard give him backhanded compliments like this? This was not only insulting his prowess as a fighter but just reinforcing the fact that he was nothing but trash in a world of those superior to him, all of those that were evil in his eyes, doing killings, taking lives.

Raising his hand, Beerus prepared to finish off Gohan instantly. "I'll spare you the sight of witnessing your planet being destroyed to bits. That's the least I can do for the son of Goku, savior of Earth, Planet Namek...and death bringer to Freeza."

"Looks like we have company!" Whis shouted.

With their attention undivided, Gohan and Beerus turned over to spot two figures coming toward them.

"Crap, it's them! They probably heard the commotion!"

"Them?" Beerus asked. "Who's them?"

Gohan gulped down hard, obviously upset and conflicted. "These are the ones who have made my life a living hell. They kill and take the lives of those who haven't even been given a chance to live! If not for them, we could be living in harmony...but no!" Gohan's aura flared. "These bastards are evil incarnate and will stop at nothing to make sure that this world and the people in it are absolutely brought to extinction!"

"So, what you're saying is that there are already people here trying to destroy this planet?"

"Pretty much…" Gohan said. His eyes didn't even break from 17 and 18 as they continued their route toward Gohan.

"So I don't have to destroy this world at all!" Beerus concluded. "I have two amateurs able to do it for me!" Deciding that he overstayed his welcome here on Earth, Beerus shot over behind Whis. With his hand placed against his attendant's back, Beerus was ready to leave. "Become stronger so I can fight you again someday. You may not be the Super Saiyan God but maybe you can reach that point in time."

Gohan didn't even do as much as to respond to Beerus. Now, he was totally focused on 17 and 18. Them being brought to him was that damn cat's fault but Gohan had to channel that anger and utilize it against his arch enemies. Hell, that just might be the very key to him surviving this inevitable confrontation just to survive another day.

Out of the corner of his eye, Gohan noticed that Beerus and his friend had all but vanished in a flash of light. No longer did he have to worry about them but now, he had to figure one thing out:

How am I gonna get out of this one?

Throughout the vacuum of space, Whis and Beerus travelled inside a barrier, going at hundreds of billions times the speed of light itself. Still, Beerus could be seen seated at the bottom of the circular barrier, scratching at his head with his retracted claws.

"Seems like we're 0 for 2 so far, Lord Beerus," Whis said, referring to his most recent bouts with Son Goku and Son Gohan.

"Now's not the time for mockery," Beerus said, aggravated. "I'm not in a good mood."

"Oh, I can only wonder why."

Beerus scoffed.

Him and that stupid sarcasm of his.

"Well, I did mention Vegeta's second son, Tarble. He is the son of one of the strongest Saiyans and brother to Prince Vegeta, who became a Super Saiyan himself. Would you like to try him out?"

"Tch, no. Vegeta and his bastards mean absolutely nothing to me and probably haven't amounted up to anything. Give me something new and fresh—a Saiyan that has absolutely no connections to those weaklings."

"Hm…" Whis looked through his staff. Searching on a multitude of planets that swiped like a profile on tinder, Whis had to wait before it finally came to a stop. "Ah...well, this is something."

"Hm?" Beerus' ears perked up in interest.

"Of all places, I couldn't imagine a Saiyan being on such a nasty world like Vampa."

"Planet Vampa?"

"Right, you've never been there, but the last God of Destruction has. Not one thing about that planet has changed asides the growth of its symbiotic critters and humongous muts."

"A Saiyan lives on that world?"

"Yes," Whis replied.

"What name does he go by?"

"Broly, son of Paragus."