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Eons ago—long before the God of Destruction of Universe 7, Beerus, surrendered himself to one of his famous cosmic naps—he roamed the galaxies with his loyal and endlessly peculiar attendant, Whis.
On one such journey, Whis decided to skim the edge of a small blue planet called Earth. Unfortunately for its residents, the unending roars and clumsy stomping of its dinosaur population quickly grated on Beerus's divine nerves.
"Whis…" Beerus's voice was a long, lazy drawl, dripping with boredom but with a faint hiss of irritation underneath. "This… racket… is unacceptable. These giant lizards are gnawing on my patience."
Whis, completely unfazed, adjusted the angle of his staff with his usual serene smile.
"Mmm… yes, I suppose it is rather noisy. Primitive, too. Hardly the kind of place you'd want to hold a polite tea party, Lord Beerus."
Beerus lifted a clawed finger with all the enthusiasm of someone ordering dessert. A small, ominous sphere of energy shimmered into existence—then grew, pulsing with dark purple light.
"Oh dear," Whis murmured, the corners of his mouth curling into the faintest smirk.
The sphere shot skyward, transformed mid-flight into a blazing meteor, and plummeted toward the planet. It scraped across Earth's surface like a careless match strike, vaporizing most of the roaring reptiles in a flash of light and heat. Only a few lucky survivors scrambled away into the steaming wasteland.
"So…" Whis's voice was light, conversational, as though they'd merely swatted an annoying insect. "Shall we be lingering here any longer, Lord Beerus?"
"No," Beerus replied flatly, stretching as if the act of obliteration had been mildly exhausting. "That little light show made me hungry. Find me a planet with something edible. And no more rock-chewing savages, understood?"
Their voyage continued until a reddish-brown sphere floated into view—rust-colored, yet strangely familiar.
"Hmm… Whis," Beerus tilted his head, eyes narrowing. "Doesn't that planet look suspiciously like the one we just… rearranged?"
Drawn by curiosity (and perhaps a strange sense of déjà vu), Beerus descended. To his surprise, instead of barren wasteland, he found a thriving civilization: sprawling cities of intricate architecture, vehicles gliding through the skies, a hum of industry and life.
"Tell me…" Beerus's gaze sharpened. "Wasn't this one of the planets I specifically told my brother to erase before my last nap?"
Whis tapped his glowing staff, consulting the images within.
"Indeed, Lord Beerus. This is the planet of the Martians. It was on your list… but it seems your younger brother, Kratos, found it… charming. He visits quite regularly, in fact."
Beerus's tail twitched, a low growl forming in his throat. His brother Kratos—less known to mortals—had lived alongside Beerus and Whis for ages, a precautionary arrangement by Whis himself. If Beerus were ever… inconvenienced, Kratos was the one ready to take his place.
"Charmed? By this rock? What does it have that makes him ignore my orders?"
Whis's smirk deepened, his tone still feather-light.
"Well, for one, he does most of the… unpleasant work for you. And unlike yourself, he prefers to… 'get to know' a planet before erasing it. He's rather sentimental that way."
Beerus's eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Sentimental? You mean slow. Pathetic."
Whis leaned slightly closer, voice dropping to an almost imperceptible murmur.
"Or perhaps… you just have a rather quick trigger finger, Lord Beerus."
The truth was, Beerus sometimes destroyed worlds on sheer whim. Other times, it was part of the delicate cosmic balance—eradicating civilizations whose pollution threatened to tip the scales. Mars, despite its technology, was on a dangerous path. Its factories spewed alarming amounts of waste into space.
Beerus licked a fang slowly.
"If Kratos thinks he can keep this one… we'll see."
Kratos had spent two full years on Mars, and in that time, the God of Destruction's younger brother had been… changed. Not by battle. Not by power. But by something far stranger—kindness.
Mars was a world of burnt skies and shimmering cities, but it was the people that had gripped him. And among them was Zelda—a sharp-eyed, quick-witted Martian woman whose laughter seemed to crack through the armored walls around his heart.
For Kratos, it wasn't just attraction—it was gravity.
Zelda came with a younger brother, Atreus, an orphan whose curiosity could rival Bulma's on a sugar high. Within months, the boy was practically glued to Kratos's shadow. In them, Kratos found something he had never truly had: a family.
He gave them a life fit for royalty—literally. A sprawling castle on Mars's highest plateau, complete with a swimming pool, hovering cars, a personal jet, and even a starship for those quiet escapes with Zelda when duty to Beerus and Whis loosened its chokehold.
When Beerus had awoken from his most recent nap, Kratos hadn't told the truth. He'd simply shrugged and said, ""There. Your list is finished."."
Now, floating above Mars in silence, Whis watched Beerus's tail flick irritably. The God of Destruction's golden eyes were narrowing into dangerous slits.
"Lord Beerus," Whis said softly, his tone carrying that peculiar mix of calm and mockery only he could pull off. "Wouldn't it be wise to… speak to Kratos before you vaporize something he clearly cares about? Perhaps—" he tilted his head—"he has a reason beyond laziness."
Beerus's ears twitched. His claws flexed.
"No! Just thinking about it makes my fur stand on end!"
He balled his fists, voice rumbling low in his throat.
"If I see him now, Whis, I might just—" He cut himself off with a sharp inhale, then exhaled slowly through his nose. "Forget it. Let's take a little tour. I'm starving."
A glint of something—half mischief, half menace—flared in Beerus's gaze.
"But hear me, Whis: if the food here is actually worth chewing, I might let this little dustball live… long enough to figure out what's got Kratos so attached."
His grin widened, sharp as a blade.
"If not… Mars gets the full Beerus treatment. Checkmate."
Whis's lips curved, but his eyes said nothing. He simply rotated his staff, and the two began to descend toward the planet's capital, the fate of an entire civilization now dangling on the flavor of its lunch menu.
They streaked through the thin Martian air, Whis gliding effortlessly behind Beerus until the bustling sprawl of a city spread out beneath them. The scent hit first—rich, intoxicating, curling upward from a massive building with golden doors and a glowing sign in alien script.
Beerus slowed, nostrils flaring. His stomach gave a loud, unapologetic growl.
"Whis… what's that sign say? And make it quick—my patience is already low."
Whis raised his staff, the orb at its tip humming as it scanned the symbols.
"Ah… It says 'Royal Spiced Cuisine.' It's a restaurant, Lord Beerus—a place where Martians pay to enjoy prepared meals."
He neglected to mention the word spiced, of course. Beerus and spicy food… did not mix.
Drawn in by the smell, Beerus dropped to the ground, Whis following. The heavy double doors swung open at their touch, releasing a tidal wave of exotic aromas that wrapped around them like a trap.
Without hesitation, Beerus strode up to the man in an apron behind the counter—the head chef.
"Listen closely, little Martian," Beerus said, his voice low and dangerous, like a storm forming over still water. "You will make me the finest dish you have ever served in your life. If I like it, your planet survives. If I don't…" His golden eyes narrowed. "Well—let's just say the afterlife is about to get crowded."
The chef froze, blinking at the strange purple-skinned figure and his halo-smiling companion. Convinced it was some elaborate joke, he bowed slightly.
"Of course, gentlemen. I'll prepare the house specialty immediately."
Minutes later, an even stronger wave of fragrance rolled out from the kitchen. Beerus's tail twitched. Whis, ever composed, tilted his head with mild curiosity.
The chef returned, carrying a steaming plate painted in vivid reds and golds, its aroma sharp and complex.
Beerus took a seat, grabbed the first bite without ceremony… and the instant it hit his tongue, time seemed to stop.
Then came the fire.
It roared out of his mouth in a brilliant jet of orange and purple flame, shooting halfway across the restaurant and incinerating three empty tables. His eyes bulged, his fur bristled, and his ears folded back in pure, unfiltered rage.
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