Chapter Nine- 'Hit Me With Your Best Shot'
(Author's Note: Dragon Ball Super is owned by Akira Toriyama.
The only things I own are the OC and story.)
'No… How? How could this happen?! How the hell could I lose?!'
Beerus hung his head in defeat. He was so close to winning, so close to whisking her off this planet, safe from any possible enemies that might come for her. In one fell swoop, she had blindsided the diety, costing him the match. Trunks and Beerus glared over at their jovial companions, cheering at their good fortune. The god looked to the fledgling goddess, a resigned grin coming over his countenance. 'Well played, woman. Well played.'
The game started out in a flurry, the gods and halflings easily dispatching the human participants. Within a matter of moments, the course was cleared of all interlopers. There was no room for casual play in this game. This was serious. This was war. Too much was riding on this, the god unwilling to lose this childish farce. The pairs had ended up spread across the course, making certain that all civilians were vacated. Whis looked on, notifying the players of the cleared course, announcing the actual beginning of their match. Floating above them, the angel held up one arm, waving it as he yelled, "Begin!"
Trunks was desperately trying to track his cousin down, barely able to see in the darkened maze of the course. Compared to other complexes he had been to, this one was massive, spanning the length of three football fields. The course provided ample hiding places, tunnels and caves constructed into it. A perfect option for taking a tactical position. He made his way to higher ground, hoping to gain some perspective to where he was, and to hide so he could take a break. As he hopped up into the man-made cave, something cushioned his landing. "Ouch!" Goten screamed as Trunks stuck his feet into the boy's back, toppling them both over. The two were temporarily dazed, pointing their laser guns at each other's chest plate. The sensors on their bodies blared, blue and yellow light illuminating from them. After some debate, Whis determined that the boys had taken each other out simultaneously. Only two players remained.
Beerus traversed the dim expanse, tracking down his target. 'You won't get away, woman. I'm winning this little game of yours.' The course was deathly quiet without all the fun-seekers crowding it. Though the silence was welcomed by his ears, it was unnerving at the same time. He heard nothing. The god reasoned she was most likely hiding, hoping to catch him off-guard. His defenses were on high alert, his eyes adjusted to the dark room and ears on the lookout for anything as much as a pin drop. As he surveyed around him, unaware that someone was anticipating his approach. 'Just a little closer. Come on…'
Corsa had hidden soon after making her entry onto the course, picking people off as they walked by, the human contestants unable to locate the source. She willed herself to calm down, slowing her breathing, not risking a stray movement. The goddess had waited for what felt like an eternity, sparing an occasional glance out to the maze. She pulled her phone gingerly out of her pocket, checking the time. It had been ten minutes since she had last seen anyone. It just him and her, hunting each other down, the competitive pair both looking for victory. 'I'm not losing, Beerus. Not on your life.'
She had so much to take of before she left this world, and no one was going to take that time away. The thought of leaving that day with unfinished business left her nauseous with dread. Corsa wanted her time to not only settle her affairs, but to say goodbye to everyone, especially her mother. The woman had tolerated so much from her over the years. She hoped that this final goodbye wouldn't break her. Corsa's emotions at the thought formed a lump in her throat. A sound suddenly jerked her back to reality, backing herself against the plastic wall. She turned her head slightly, peering out into the darkness. Footsteps. Her breath caught in her lungs. 'Here he comes…'
Beerus walked cautiously down the narrow hall, gradually becoming impatient. The god cursed the rule set by the doctor. This would be over a lot sooner if he could just sense her energy. He scratched the side of his head with the plastic weapon, gritting his teeth. 'Where the hell is she?' The god walked onward, unknowingly passing her position. Corsa grinned. 'His back is turned. Now's my chance.' She carefully leaned out of her elevated position, steadying herself with one arm, lifting her weapon in the other. 'Game over.' Just as she went to fire, she lost her footing, falling out of her hiding place. "Shit!"
Beerus turned to see the woman midfall, careening toward the ground headfirst. He flitted over, catching her right before impact. The two deities looked each other dead in the eyes. Beerus grinned. Now was his chance. He was beginning to lift the toy up when Corsa panicked. Before he knew it, the woman had rushed closer, catching his mouth in a kiss. The sudden embrace left him stunned. "Mmph?!"
'BBBBBEEEEEPPPPPP!'
They parted lips. He looked down to his chest plate. The sensor was triggered, emitting a glowing blue light, the tip of a laser gun resting against it. The stunned god looked wide eyed to Corsa. 'Son of a-bitch…' he mentally kicked himself. The woman grinned at the destroyer, twirling the toy with her finger. She spoke in a sing-song tone, "Game over. I win." Whis waved his hand, declaring the victor. "Team Yellow wins!"
Beerus approached the victors, narrowing his eyes at the goddess. "Congratulations." Corsa looked over at the frustrated diety, his face baring a slight flush. She smiled, replying, "Why, thank you." He groaned, crossing his arms. The doctor approached the perturbed god, "Hey now, don't be like that. I'm grateful you didn't let me face plant in there." Beerus glanced down at the goddess. She gave one of her signature smiles, her green, happy eyes blazing. He deflated, realizing as mighty as he was, the destroyer was no match for that smile. 'Damnit.'
As they left the complex, returning to the resort, the sun was beginning to set, painting the clouds above in brilliant shades of pink, yellow, and violet. Corsa was talking to him, excitedly listing the things she needed to attend to before departing Earth. The longer the list became, the more worried he grew. The tasks the woman prattled off would take some time. Time was something he didn't have a lot of. The doctor remaining on Earth for an extended period was extremely troubling. There was too many risks, multiple variables to consider. Though he had a cordial relationship with most of the deities, a few would jump at the chance to make trouble for him, more than happy to clue the Omni King into what was going on. The fact made Beerus conflicted. He couldn't really leave, lest he risk someone getting to her first. He sighed. There was no other option he could see.
The family was enjoying their dinner as he deliberated, Whis happily devouring the entrée before him. The attendant glanced over at his charge, his arms crossed, deep in thought. The god hadn't yet touched his food. This concerned the angel. He leaned over, "You're food will get cold, lord." The statement snapped him back to reality, quickly devouring his meal.
Returning to Capsule Corp., the mortals were exhausted from their long trip back. The divine duo had decided to travel with the group, Beerus not trusting Bulma's piloting skills, seeing how often things malfunctioned around her. Corsa began helping her aunt unpack, Trunks running inside to seek out his father in the training room. The scientist was slow going, fumbling with lighter articles while holding her infant. The doctor was getting frustrated. They had so much to unpack still, and she was getting tired. It was far too late to call on staff to help either. Picking the child out of Bulma's arms, she walked over to the awaiting angel and diety, reclining in some lawn chairs.
"You know, you could help," she said, glaring at the pair. Neither one moved a muscle, Beerus quipping, "That wasn't part of us coming here. Destroyers don't do manual labor." She groaned, cradling the infant. "Cripes, and you call me useless." She walked over to them, holding the child out. "If you won't help, then hold Bulla. We'll get done a lot quicker with her out of the way." Beerus looked to the woman wide eyed. "What? No, I'm not holding that." She narrowed her eyes. "You're the one who had to be the smartass. What's the matter? Can't the big, bad destroyer handle a tiny baby?"
He glared at the woman. Through gritted teeth he said 'Fine', taking the precious bundle. Corsa returned to the jet pod, helping Bulma with a particularly large piece of luggage. "Seriously, who brings this much crap to the beach?" "You helped me pack it!"
The god held Bulla out at arm's length, grimacing at the mortal infant. The baby stared at the god, starting to cry. He started panicking, holding the child every which way. "Shh, shh… How do you turn it off?" He narrowed his eyes at Bulla. "Stop crying," he commanded the tiny mortal. She didn't heed his demand, wailing even louder. Whis leaned over, putting his arms out. "You're doing it wrong. Giver her here, she's starting to give me a headache." Beerus graciously plopped the kid into the angel's arms. Whis cradled the child, holding her close. "There, there. You're alright. Did that scary Beerus frighten you? You're okay now. Shh, shh…" She quickly ceased wailing, resting her tiny head against the attendant, falling asleep within moments.
The angel smiled at his charge. "See? It's not that hard." Beerus shivered in disgust. "It's going to drool on you." "Hmm?" Whis looked down to the infant, her saliva soaking into his robes. "Oh…well, better than blood and guts, I suppose," the angel shrugged. He would clean it later. The god reclined back in his chair. "Seriously, how can you stand that? It looks like a potato with eyes." Whis tilted his head in Beerus' direction, "She's easier to deal with than you." Beerus leaned away from his gaze. "Ha, ha."
The women completed their task within minutes, Vegeta and Trunks coming out to move the heavier luggage. Bulma approached Whis, motioning for her baby back. "Thanks for watching her. Oh, and she's asleep. You really have a way with kids." The attendant smiled, "Ah, thank you. She was no trouble." Corsa crossed her arms, glaring at Beerus. "Seriously?" The god stood to join them as they walked inside. "What do you want from me? I'm a destroyer, not a babysitter." The doctor sighed at the comment. "I suppose. To be honest, I'm not much for babies, either. They look like potatoes with eyes." The diety glared at her confession, internally liking her viewpoint coincided with his own. "Then why'd you hand her off to me?!" "Punishment for not helping," she quipped. He rolled his eyes. "You're unbelievable."
The group sat in the living room, Goku and Chi-Chi showing up to pick up Goten. They thanked Bulma for taking their son and left soon after, Chi-Chi yanking her husband behind her the instant he attempted to talk of training on the distant world.
"Oh come on! Hey Vegeta, let me know when you want to go back!" he called out to the sayain prince. Vegeta gave his peer a signature 'Hmph.'
The night was dragging on into midnight, far past everyone's bedtime. The scientist herded her son to bed, infant in tow, leaving the four to discuss their business. Whis looked to the sayain. "So, Vegeta, when will you be joining us on Lord Beerus' world? Seems Goku is eager to return." He sat silently. The alien prince looked to his niece. "What say you, Corsa?"
The young goddess was taken aback at the question. "What about me?" His eyes narrowed. "Have you any reservations? Are things…between you two settled?" The doctor motioned her head over to Beerus, splayed out sideways on an armchair. He returned the glance, absent of emotion. She paused a moment. Smiling, she replied, "I'm good. I get to stay as long I need to settle my affairs. I'm fine with the arrangement."
"You're completely dense," Beerus chimed in. Placing arms behind his head, he closed his eyes. "That's not what he was referring to." She cocked her head to the side, realization hitting her. "Oh! That! Yeah, I'm fine." The god opened his eyes, glancing over as he bolted upright. "You're fine?" She smiled, "Yeah, I mean, it wasn't the reason I'm a god now, so why would it bother me?" He bolted up, wide eyed at her passive comment. "That's the reason?! I thought-"
"I told you then, and I'll say it now, 'no regrets.' Got it?" The room feel quiet, both Vegeta and Whis feeling like interlopers. Beerus continued gazing at the young doctor. 'She meant it? She really didn't care? That was the only reason she was mad at me?' Corsa bared a grin, "I'm still thinking twice before drinking around you again." He leaned back down in the armchair, "Very funny." The pair remembered they had an audience, both slightly blushing. "Ah, well, since that's settled, Vegeta?" Beerus said, clearing his throat.
The prince spared another glance to his niece. "You sure you're fine?" "Yeah, quit asking me." The doctor glared at him. He sighed, "Fine. I'll go when you leave." She smiled, "Cool. Might wanna let Goku know…" Corsa hinted to him, subtly indicating for him to leave the room a minute. He nodded, standing to grab the phone.
Corsa leaned back in her seat, getting comfortable. "So, but my calculations, I should be done with everything in about a month. How's that sound?" Beerus wasted no time in responding. "Too long." She shrugged. "Too bad. I won. That's how much time it'll take. You don't have to wait up on me," standing up to head to the balcony, needing her nicotine fix. "I'll give you a call when I'm done. You can pick me up then." The woman walked outside, leaving the two to deliberate. Whis looked to his charge.
"Well, lord? What do think?" Beerus grimaced, knowing that his attendant was well aware of his decision. "There's no choice. We'll have to stay. I doubt you'll mind that..." The angel smiled in confirmation. "Oh, you know it! I'm definitely taking advantage of this time on Earth!" The god glared at his attendant. "Just as I figured," he stood up, joining the goddess on the balcony.
"It's decided. We're wait out the month here until you're through." The doctor choked as she inhaled, coughing at the statement. "What?! Seriously?!" Beerus gave a mocking grin. "That a problem? As you said, we have no issues." Corsa whipped her head around. "You mean, like stay here? As in, live here?!" "I feel as though I already made that clear," he approached her, putting an arm around the woman's waist, grinning.
"Question is, can you stand me living here?" A blush raced across her cheeks, overly conscious of the placement of his hand. "Problem? Problem? No, no problem here…" The god chuckled at her stammering. "Good, glad to hear." Swiftly, he placed a kiss on the unsuspecting woman, making her shove him back. "Just what the hell was that for?!" Beerus grinned at her. "Payback." "Payback?"
The god placed his hands on his hips, closing his eyes as he taunted the woman. "That was a cheap shot by the way, when we were playing that game. I felt the need to even the score." Her blush increased in intensity, glaring at him for the sneak attack. "Hey, I panicked! I saw an opportunity to win, and I took it! Not my fault you were to slow!" The god chuckled again as he returned indoors, waving at her. "Touché, woman." "Hey, I have a name!" The goddess sighed, returning her gaze to the stars above, feeling defeated.
A whole month, dealing with him, while she tried to handle all the things left to do. She bowed her head, forgetting her cigarette as it burned down to the filter. She knew he was going to try his damnedest to be a distraction. 'Shit. I need a drink.' The divine pair watched as she rushed past them to the kitchen, rustling around as she found a bottle of whiskey. B-lining to her room, she made sure to make a passing comment to the god. "Don't follow me." Beerus grinned as her bedroom door slammed. 'Oh, this is going to be fun.'
The first three weeks went by in a flash. The family got used to the divine pair being around, adjusting their routines with ease, really only adding two extra plates at the table. Bulma welcomed having a dining companion, giving her something to look forward to in the afternoons. Vegeta and Trunks went on with hardly any notice. With all his spare time, Beerus took up playing video games, the scientist supplying a multitude of controllers, since the god broke so many out of frustration. Corsa begrudgingly accepted her constant companion to and from work, the destroyer insisting on it for her 'safety.'
During their walks home, she would occasionally cave in and take the god out for dinner, his complaining of feeling 'cooped up' gradually getting on her nerves. "Honestly, you could always go home." He'd give her a narrowed eyed glance, stating, "Not a chance." She would sigh at this, relenting. The destroyer was as stubborn as she was, a fact she hated, but also enjoyed. She had to admit, it was kind of nice, having someone to talk to on her long commutes. One particular evening, the rest of her relatives went out for dinner, Whis joining them. Corsa glared wearily at the invitation. She had worked a twenty-four shift. The doctor was far too tired to socialize.
"No thanks. We have enough food here. I'll figure it out." Bulma understood, waving goodbye as they group left, leaving Beerus with the exhausted physician. "Come on, those dishes sounded really good." She walked away, heading to the bathroom. "You could always go with them. I'll be fine. I gotta take a shower. There's plenty in the fridge. Microwave's by the bread box."
The god sat down on the couch, sulking at not being able to go. He took his job seriously, watching over her. Everyone gone would be a perfect time for hired assassins to jump her. Sighing, he got up, going to the kitchen for something to eat. The fridge was cleared out when he was done, leaving the random containers piled on the counter. He returned to find the woman laying on the couch, dressed for bed, bundled up in a massive mountain of a comforter.
"Watcha' doing?" he questioned the goddess. "Hmm, watching a movie. You game?" Beerus shrugged, motioning her to move over.
The movie was a horror flick, a psychopathic serial killer had been confined in a maximum security psychiatric ward. He had managed to get out, breaking into the security room, killing everyone in his path as he shut the prison down, opening the doors to all the patient rooms in the process. The staff was held up in a secure panic room, watching in horror as their fellow colleagues were gradually making their way to them, being felled by random patients. The killer was taking his time hunting down the stragglers, killing them in more creative and horrific ways than the last.
Beerus leaned back, glaring at the scenes playing out before him. He wasn't particularly a fan, not really caring for any of the main characters. The only one worth noting was a street-smart maintenance worker, grouping up with other stray staff, successfully managing to keep everyone alive. This character went out to find a top-heavy blonde bimbo of a nurse who had run away from the group. He rounded a corner as he was strung up from the ceiling by a piano wire.
Corsa groaned at the death of the character, throwing a pillow at the television. "Oh, man! I really liked that guy! He was the only smart one. The group's screwed now." Beerus smiled. "Indeed. I'm surprised that the blonde hasn't been taken out yet. She's quite the imbecile." Corsa turned to him, absorbed in the show! "I know! God, I just want her to die already!" The pair shared a momentary silence.
They spent the next thirty minutes switching 'teams,' cheering for the psychopath, praying that the annoying nurse would be taken out next. They yelled at the television, voicing their outrage when another character was felled. "No, bastard! She was right there!" The god yelled. "Stupid bitch. Just trip and die already!" Corsa hollered in agreement towards the screen.
The moment they had been waiting for finally arrived. The blonde nurse walked into a darkened maintenance closet, unaware that a blackened form was coming out of the shadows behind her. The music indicated something bad was about to happen. Bad for the character, that is. "Yes! About time!" "Just step back a little further…" They were so engrossed in the show that neither noticed both had moved closer, the god sharing the blanket with her now. The pair excitedly watched as the blonde finally met a gruesome end, split in half with a chainsaw.
Corsa laughed, "That's not realistic, but I don't care. I'm just happy she's gone now. God, she was annoying." Beerus gave her a half grin. "Kind of sadistic of you, don't you think?" She sneered at him, "Kinda like the pot calling the kettle black, don't you think?"
An amusing thought came to his mind, forcing him to smile. Corsa raised an eyebrow at him, "What?" "Hmm? Oh, nothing." Kneeling on the couch, she playfully hit him with a pillow. "Come on, what?" He leaned back as he swatted the pillow away, thinking about how to best phrase his thought. "Just thinking, I'd hope you'd cheer me on with as much enthusiasm as you do this fictional killer." The statement took her aback. "That's kind of a weird thing to say. Don't think that'll be part of my job description." Beerus shrugged at the comment. "You asked. It's rather fun, you know. Obliterating a planet, watching the explosion. It's quite beautiful, in a way." She gave him an odd look, stating, "Yeah, according to you."
They watched the show a while longer before either spoke again, witnessing a few more being murdered before one of them got to the control room, saving the day, getting everything back online. The last thing for the confined group to do was to venture out and locate the psychopath. Beerus had noticed something press against him, Corsa leaning her head on his shoulder. He blushed slightly at the close contact, returning his attention to the show. A few minutes passed as the goddess made a random statement, still staring at the TV.
"I probably would, if the planet deserved it, anyway." Beerus glanced at her. "Huh?" She tilted her head up, returning the gaze. "I might cheer you on, if the planet was terrible and causing trouble. I suppose I'd allow you to destroy it then." The statement left him perplexed, "What do you mean if you'll allow me to?" Corsa straightened up, replying, "Whis told me a bit about what the Grand Priest told him. He said part of being a balance god will be encouraging Supreme Kai to create more worlds, increasing the universe's mortal level. Another part would be surveying planets you want to destroy, deeming whether or not it's actually necessary." He flinched, "You mean that-" She cut him off, "You won't be destroying planets on a whim anymore. Guess you've gotten a little too heavy-handed. If we want to increase our mortal level enough be out of the next tournament, then we'll have to change something."
Beerus went wide-eyed. "Woah, woah, there's no talk of another tournament. Besides, I didn't agree to this!" Corsa gave the disgruntled god a serious look, "There's no guarantee that the Omni King won't want to host another." The destroyer narrowed his gaze. "Seems you and Whis have been talking a lot about this behind my back." Corsa moved in her seat to face him, sitting cross-legged on the couch. "No we haven't. You've been sitting in the same room for most of it. Granted, you've been playing a video game when we were." He brought his hand to his face. "Oh for the love of-"
Corsa sneered at Beerus. "Sorry, you should have been paying attention. You even agreed to the arrangement while playing." "What?!" She closed her eyes, chuckling at him. "Guess I get payback for you being up my ass this whole time." He grimaced. "This is only for a short while. That is forever." She smiled, leaning forward as she spoke in a sing-song voice. "What are you complaining about? That just means I'll always be by your side, cheering you on as you blow shit up. What's better than that?"
The god glared. He knew she was simply mocking him for having to have a babysitter for the rest of eternity, having to go to her for approval to destroy anything. Emasculating as that was, a part of her comment did catch his attention. He was suddenly very intrigued by it. "Do you mean that?" She cocked her head to the side, confused. "Mean what?" Beerus leaned towards her, their faces almost touching, making her flinch slightly. "That you'd be by my side always." His voice grew low and husky as he asked her again, "Did you mean that?" She blushed, seeing how that could have been taken. "W-well, yeah… That's part of the job, I guess…" He brought his hand up to her face, tucking a stray hair behind her ear, mulling over the thought. His voice still held a husky tone, but almost a whisper. "I think, I could get used to that…" Corsa's face flushed at the contact. Neither have moved from their positions, both being too stubborn to back down. The goddess cleared her throat slightly, stating, "Well, good. You'll just have to. After all, part of it will be to make sure yo-" Beerus embraced her mouth with his own, halting her sentence. Her brain went completely blank, forgetting what she was saying. She tried to part from the kiss, but the god wouldn't permit it, grabbing the back of her head, keeping their embrace intact. 'Nnhh…' was the only sound Corsa could manage to make, her face getting warmer with the extended contact.
She was surprised at how their interactions had been over the last few weeks. Around others, they would banter back and forth, almost at each other's throats at times. When they were alone in public, however, he seemed much more at ease, friendly even. This instance was the their first time to truly be alone. Her eyes closed. This was the person who she remembered from that night. Laidback, funny, charming, in a sense. He'd one time at dinner even shared some of his philosophies on various topics, her noting his intellect on his use of certain words or phrases. She had smiled as he talked on, absorbed passionately in whatever he was speaking of. She sighed, putting her arms around his neck, returning the kiss. 'Why couldn't this side of him come out more often?'
Beerus eventually pushed them back on the couch, laying on top of her. The two deities barely noticed the end credits playing, never seeing how the movie concluded. They could barely manage to pull away from each other, only doing so when breath was absolutely necessary. Corsa's need was much more dire, panting heavily when she could catch some air. He smiled at her lack of endurance. The way she panted and her blushed face was stirring something within him. He quickly returned to her mouth, invading it with his tongue. Beerus adjusted himself slightly, moving his weight to one arm as the other reached up her shirt. Corsa suddenly pushed him back, appearing as though in pain.
"What is it?" he inquired. Eyes closed, her face was scrunched up as she blurted out, "You're on my hair! Get off!" He glanced to his arm. It was resting on a large strand of blue tresses. "Oh, sorry." He moved his arm away as she sat up, holding her head. "Holy cripes, that hurt!" The destroyer stared blankly as she rubbed her scalp. Beerus looked to his companion. "So…" The goddess looked wide eyed at him, distracted by her aching head. "Oh, yeah. Well, should we really…force this? I mean, the moment's kinda passed, don't you think?" He flopped back in his seat. "I suppose you have a point."
Corsa gave a warm smile, leaning over to him to place a kiss on his cheek, catching him off guard. She gave him an awkward look, twirling her hair as she spoke, "I, don't really know what to say here…" He smiled, tempted to kiss her again, knowing if he did, he probably wouldn't stop. "Then don't. Besides, we're about to have company." "Huh?"
They heard the front door swing open as Trunks rushed through, arms full of carry out bags. "Hey we're home!" Corsa rested her arms on the back of the couch, eyeing the bags labeled 'desserts.' "Hey cuz. How was the restaurant?" "Awesome! You guys really should have come. We got to pick our own lobsters from this ginormous tank!" She laughed at his enthusiasm. "Sounds killer. By the way," pointing to the bags in his hands, "what'd you guys get?" "Uh, tira-something."
Corsa leaned over to snatch the bag, "And…that's mine…" She opened the bag, cracking the container open. "Oh yeah, gotta love tiramisu. Big portion too. Thanks Bulma!" The scientist smiled as she walked into the living room. "Oh, no problem honey. Don't know how you manage to eat as many sweets as you do. You're lucky you're young and have a high metabolism. Better watch out, when you get older…" Bulma trailed off. Corsa gave a ghost of a smile. Her aunt forgot. She won't ever age.
Bulma cleared her throat, "Well, anyway…you should probably have a spoon. I'll be right back." "Kay." Whis was greeting the pair when Bulma came barreling out of the kitchen.
"Just what the hell happened in there?! Beerus, seriously! Don't you know how to pick up after yourself?!" The god flinched at the accusation. "Wha-What makes you think it was me?" "Don't give me that crap! Corsa rarely eats meat and she definitely wouldn't go through a week's worth of beef! What the hell?!" Whis sighed, "Honestly, lord. I'll come help you, Bulma." The scientist was not having it. "Oh, no. Beerus, get your butt in here and clean up your mess!" The god glared, "Woman…"
Beerus begrudgingly followed the Earthling, wrinkling his nose at washing dishes. The two returned to the living room to find the goddess out cold on the couch, the dessert resting on the coffee table. The angel was sitting on an adjacent chair. "I'm afraid she couldn't wait for the spoon." The scientist sighed, "I guess not. Bout time she went to sleep. I was honestly surprised she was still up."
Vegeta went upstairs as the other adults sat down, chatting for a short while until Bulma went and joined her husband. After a few minutes, Corsa stirred. "Oh crap, did I fall asleep?" The pair looked to the exhausted doctor. "For a few minutes." She rubbed her eyes, "Sorry about that. So, you guys like anime? I've been wanting to watch this new series." Beerus narrowed his eyes, "I thought you needed to sleep." "Huh? Eh, I'm fine. Caught my second wind." Whis held up his staff, pointing it in her direction. The angel was unamused. "According to this, you've been up for thirty-six hours. Far too long for a human. Or Elucian. Bed. Now." Corsa groaned, replying sarcastically, "Fine, mom." She dragged herself down the hallway to her room, bidding them 'good night.' The pair were left in the living room, neither one tired. They had been having a difficult time finding things to do to curb their boredom. Beerus looked to Whis, "So, anime?"
News of a balance god appearing in Universe 7 spread like wildfire among the Omniverse, all intrigued by the emergence of a new diety, something that hadn't occurred in eons, far passed their collective memory. Some gods and destroyers researched on what kind of diety it even was, laughing at Beerus' 'misfortune' of having a god other than the Omni King to answer to. Others were interested at how strong balance gods could actually be, worrying that the recent emergence might spell out more of these appearing in their respective universes. None were so amused at the idea of having a 'babysitter.' One god decided to put this new diety to the test.
Universe 4's destroyer, Quitela, Beerus' bitter rival, still perturbed at Universe 7 winning the Tournament of Power, deemed it necessary 'for all gods' benefit,' to see if these 'balance gods' were worth their concern. A few agreed, giving their support to Quitela's plan. Others decided to remain uninvolved, as their mortals levels were high enough, unconvinced that one would appear in their realm. A few withheld a little known fact about fledgling deities, figuring it would be all the more amusing when Quitela figured it out. Little did the 7th Universe know, a group of mercenaries from another realm was well within Beerus' territory, careening through the Northern Quadrant, approaching Planet 4032-877 Green: 'Earth.'
Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Hope you all enjoyed chapter nine! Remember, reviews are encouraged and appreciated.