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In the realm of the God of Destruction within Universe 7, Lord Beerus was currently gripped by a cold, unfamiliar panic. It was common knowledge among the divine that Zeno and the Grand Minister enforced a strict prohibition against tampering with time.
Only a Supreme Kai, possessing a formal Time Ring, was permitted such travel. Now, a blatant violation had occurred right under his nose in Universe 7. Beerus felt a bead of sweat roll down his neck. Would Zeno, in a sudden fit of childish pique, decide to simply erase the entirety of Universe 7 from existence?
The Destroyer prayed silently, hoping against hope that neither Zeno nor the Grand Minister had noticed the anomaly. He desperately wished his rivals wouldn't take this moment to draw attention to the transgression. He particularly feared Champa and Quitela, both of whom would love nothing more than to see him suffer. Unfortunately for Beerus, his prayers went unanswered.
Quitela, the God of Destruction from Universe 4, was the first to strike. "Oh Beerus, dear Beerus," his message flickered in the cosmic void. "You haven't forgotten the rules regarding time and space travel, have you? Now that this mess has surfaced in your universe, how exactly do you plan to explain yourself to the two esteemed individuals above?"
Champa, the Destroyer of Universe 6, remained uncharacteristically silent. While he and Beerus bickered constantly, they were brothers. It was one thing to swap insults or fight over food, but Champa had no desire to see his brother erased from reality. Quitela, however, had no such familial ties. Seizing the opportunity to kick a rival while he was down, he pressed the attack with glee.
Watching the comments, Beerus ground his teeth, his purple skin flushed with rage. He wanted nothing more than to Hakai Quitela on the spot, but survival took priority. He quickly sent out a humble plea. "Lord Zeno, Grand Minister! These events are merely glimpses of a potential future! This hasn't actually happened in Universe 7 yet. I promise to prevent it from ever coming to pass, so I beg for your leniency!"
Nearby, figures like Frieza—who understood Beerus's power but knew nothing of the higher hierarchy—were stunned. Who could possibly be so powerful that the mighty Lord Beerus would prostrate himself in such a manner? Frieza's mind began to race; if he could somehow align himself with these mysterious figures, perhaps he would never have to fear the God of Destruction again.
"Alright," Zeno finally responded. "What's happening in your Universe 7 is actually very interesting. I want to see more!"
Beerus let out a long, shaky breath. For the moment, he and his universe were safe. But it was a fragile peace. He knew that if the entertainment stopped, Zeno's interest would vanish, and the threat of erasure would return. He realized that the fate of Universe 7 now rested entirely on the shoulders of Akira, the man uploading these videos.
High above the dimensional fray, Akira was well aware of Beerus's predicament. He knew that interest was a double-edged sword. "I need to aim higher," Akira mused, his mind working with the tactical precision of a seasoned transmigrator. "If I can acquire the abilities of an Angel, or perhaps even the Grand Minister, I won't have to fear Zeno's whims." Everything depended on whether his future videos could continue to dominate the rankings.
In the video, the narrative shifted back to the young man and Son Goku. The youth revealed a harrowing truth: two Androids, created by the late Dr. Gero, were destined to turn the future into a living hell. These mechanical monsters were so cruel they had even murdered their own creator. In that timeline, the Earth's defenders were slaughtered, and Goku was unable to help because he had succumbed to a rare heart virus before the battle even began.
Goku's face tightened with frustration at the news. To die without even getting the chance to test his strength against such foes was a bitter pill to swallow. Sensing Goku's resolve, the young man handed him a small vial—a special medicine developed in the future to cure the virus. Finally, the youth revealed his name: Trunks. He explained that he could transform into a Super Saiyan because his father was none other than Vegeta.
The revelation hit the various dimensions like a physical blow. The Z Fighters, Nappa, and even Frieza were paralyzed with shock. But no one was more stunned than the Saiyan Prince himself.
"What?! My son?!" Vegeta roared from inside his spaceship, his Ki flaring in agitation. "How is that possible? I don't have a son!" He had previously threatened to kill the mysterious youth, but finding out the boy was his own flesh and blood sent his composure into a tailspin. He couldn't even imagine himself as a father, let alone with a son who had grown to be such a powerful warrior.
Frieza broke the silence with his trademark chilling laugh. "Oh ho ho ho! Congratulations, Vegeta. It seems you have a son. Though it's a pity he hasn't been born yet; I can't exactly take my revenge on a ghost, can I?"
Back on Earth at Capsule Corp, Bulma watched the screen with a look of pure bewilderment. "It looks like Trunks was born on Earth," she noted aloud. "Which means his mother is an Earthling. I can't imagine which poor woman was unlucky enough to have a child with someone as grumpy and brutal as Vegeta."
Bulma felt a strange sense of detachment. Currently, she was with Yamcha and found Vegeta's personality entirely repellant. She wondered if this future Trunks would eventually reveal his mother's identity, and if that woman—seeing these videos now—would still choose to be with the Saiyan Prince after seeing his ruthless nature.