"Take a guess."
Gran's eyes flicked slyly to the side.
Whis replied with a knowing smile. "If I had to guess… that was your full power, wasn't it?"
Gran: "..."
How could this angel be so sharp? He actually saw through that?
Well, to be fair, Whis was right — that was his full strength at the moment.
But… the Saiyan race could transform, couldn't they?
Gran still had no idea how far his S-cells had developed.
For the past six months, he'd been fully focused on honing his raw power and fighting wild beasts. He hadn't even tried transforming yet.
If he could transform, then a Super Saiyan form would multiply his power fiftyfold!
Yeah… he'd definitely need to find a chance to try it soon.
"Ehehe, Lord Beerus~"
Gran stood up, rubbing his hands together in a way that screamed mischief.
"What?" Beerus asked flatly.
"Can I ask you a few questions?"
"No."
"You—!"
Gran clenched his small fists. This skinny cat never followed the script! He really wanted to punch him!
Seeing the frustrated look on Gran's face, Beerus's lips curled into a smug grin. Serves you right for annoying me all the time!
Whis lay back on his beach chair again, thoroughly entertained by the absurd exchange between the two.
"Lord Beerus, how strong am I now? How's my training speed? And compared to you—how far am I?"
Gran's brows furrowed together. He had so many questions bottled up inside.
He honestly didn't know his current power level. But judging from how he could now withstand 4,000 times gravity, it had to be something ridiculous.
According to the original DBZ lore, when Goku was training on his way to Planet Namek, his gravity chamber only reached 100 times gravity.
4,000 versus 100 — yeah, his strength had clearly reached a terrifying level.
To have achieved that in just half a year—Gran couldn't help feeling thrilled. Even Goku and Vegeta back then couldn't have trained this fast!
But still… how did he measure up to the strongest God of Destruction?
He had to know.
Whis finally spoke, his tone calm and precise. "If we're using the universe's standard power index… your combat strength has reached one billion."
"What?"
Gran blinked. Thinking he'd misheard, he rubbed at his ear.
"You've achieved a battle power of one billion in just six months. Isn't that something to be happy about?" Beerus said, arms crossed, turning his head away.
"WHAT?!"
Gran's whole face turned red with excitement. "A-a billion?! I've got a billion power level?!"
He leapt up, nearly dancing with joy.
Finally, he had a tangible sense of how far he'd come.
In the DBZ era, Fat Buu's power level was estimated around fifty billion. (Author's note: that's my rough guess, don't come at me.)
At that time, Goku had to transform into Super Saiyan 3, increasing his power 400-fold, just to defeat him.
Meaning Super Saiyan 3 Goku's strength was at least 50 billion, and his base form would've been around 125 million.
So by that math—Gran's current base form already far surpassed Goku's during the Majin Buu saga!
Gran counted on his fingers, eyes sparkling brighter with every number.
"Lord Beerus, my talent's kinda insane, huh?!" he said, hopping onto Beerus's back with excitement.
"You're so annoying! Get off me!"
"Nope! Lord Beerus, tell me—how fast is my progress compared to you?"
"Do I have to answer?"
"Say it—or I'll make you eat stinky tofu again!"
At that cursed phrase, Beerus visibly shuddered.
What kind of food has "stinky" in its name?! He still remembered the horror from last time…
"Stop, stop, stop!"
Beerus snatched the kid up by the scruff, looking utterly exasperated.
After a few seconds of composure, he sighed dramatically.
"Fine. You've made decent progress… but compared to me, you're still miles behind."
He said it with absolute confidence—without even blushing.
After all, he was the strongest God of Destruction! Admit he was weaker than this brat? Not in a million years.
Whis simply rolled his eyes. Knew he'd say that.
"Eh?" Gran's eyes widened. "You mean even after training half a year to reach a billion, I'm still that far behind?"
He turned to Whis, voice small but eager. "Whis, is Lord Beerus telling the truth?"
"..."
Whis twitched. How was he supposed to answer that?
If he told the truth, Beerus would be furious. But lying wasn't exactly something an Angel should do either.
Just as he was about to reply
"Ahem! Cough cough cough!"
Beerus suddenly burst into a fit of exaggerated coughing.
Gran frowned. "Lord Beerus, what's wrong?"
Beerus coughed twice more before straightening. "Nothing. Just choked on some water."
"…A God of Destruction can choke on water?"
"Mind your own business!"
"..."
Gran's mouth twitched. Yeah, this cat really was a moron.
"Whis, Lord Beerus wouldn't lie to me, right?"
Whis sighed, giving a deliberately vague smile.
"Do you think Lord Beerus would lie to you?"
"Him?" Gran tilted his head, then nodded solemnly.
"True… Beerus may be mean, but he's never lied to me before."
He clenched his little fists with renewed determination.
"I guess I still have a long way to go! Lord Beerus really is the strongest God of Destruction!"
The sincerity in his voice—and the thumbs-up that followed—made Beerus's face heat slightly.
Damn it, he thought. Whis said I wouldn't lie, but that's exactly what I just did!
"I'm gonna go make lunch!" Gran sighed and left cheerfully.
Whis rose from his chair, watching the boy's back fade into the distance.
"Lord Beerus, you're terrible," he said with a teasing grin. "You even lied to a kid."
"How is that terrible?" Beerus huffed. "I did it for his own good!"
"Oh-hohoho… only you could make something like that sound righteous."
"Hey, you were no better. You played along!"
Whis shrugged. "Only because someone kept giving me the 'don't you dare' look. Forgot about that already?"
"I was just coughing on water!" Beerus protested indignantly.
Whis pinched the bridge of his nose and muttered, "Unbelievable. You're hopeless."
Then, louder:
"You really are something, Beerus."