The Vicious Gods Wrath

Chapter 25: Victory

Earth, The Lookout

"TTTTHHHHAAAAATTTTTTTT BBBBAAAAASSSSSSSSTTTTTTAAAAAAAARRRRRRRDDDDDDDD!"

The enraged shout of Prince Vegeta is eclipsed only by the thunderous crack of his aura bursting to life. The milky-white shroud shoots up into the sky, forming a pillar of energy cracking the clouds apart. A wind with the force of a thousand tornados twists around him in his furious display of power. So lost is he in this storm of pure, seething rage that he can only faintly hear a familiar voice call out to him from behind.

"VEGETA!" Piccolo's voice manages to reach him. "VEGETA! STOP THIS NOW BEFORE YOU BRING DOWN THE WHOLE DAMN TOWER!"

Glancing over his shoulder, Vegeta sees most of the others gathered outside, cowering in fear of his out of control energies with the exception of Goku and Whis. The former tries half-heartedly to reach him while the attendant of Beerus merely looks on with a small but amused smile. The wind becking the call of his power has already blown away almost all of the palm trees, and the tiles making the floor lift off the ground then promptly crumble away at such close proximity to his strength.

A rational part of Vegeta's mind complies with Piccolo's wishes and he instantly dissipates the storm of energy, ending the quivering of the Lookout and earning a relieved collection of sighs from almost everyone present.

"Mind explaining what that tantrum was all about?" Piccolo asks in a tone implying a mood almost as impatient as Vegeta's. The Prince momentarily considers making him regret using it when speaking to him, but then Vegeta remembers what he's lost as well and honestly can't fault him for it.

"It's Lord Beerus," Kakarot replies with a voice not of anger, but of resigned loss. And in yet another way, they just have lost again. "He's beaten Freeza."

Like an uncomfortable question, the statement hangs in the air with no one initially reacting to it. Instead, they stare at Kakarot in silence, their lips slowly twisting into smiles along with their brightening up faces. Most of them burst out into cheers, laughing and smiling at the news. Despite the loss of their mentor and old friend Roshi, Yamcha, Krillin, Chiaotzu and Tien all cannot contain their enthusiasm, pleased that Freeza paid for what he's done. Even Piccolo smirks and lets out a chuckle, satisfied that the Namekian's deaths have been avenged.

Vegeta once again feels a distinct urge to smash someone's face in for it, everyone's from the cheering fools to the resigned Kakarot, all of them are sorely asking for it. Their celebrations don't last long, for the others quickly take notice of Kakarot's somehow worsened mood and Vegeta's lingering anger. The latter they would no doubt pass off as Vegeta losing the chance of beating Freeza himself, but the sight of Kakarot looking utterly miserable? That manages to unnerve even the Prince. Despite his disdain for his fellow Saiyan's recent actions.

"What is it?" Unexpectedly, Piccolo is the first one to notice and ask. He glances from Goku to Vegeta and back. "What do you two know that you're not saying?"

Like a nervous child after doing something he shouldn't have, Kakarot manages to muster some of his old strength to at least look Piccolo in the eye. "Freeza... He's kidnaped the boys..."

Just as water douses a fire, Kakarot's simple statement ends the collective celebrations. When the others begin to stare at him, Kakarot can only momentarily meet their gazes before looking away. "While... While the two of us were gone and you were fighting in the city... Freeza went after the boys, and he's taken them as hostages. Somewhere. He told us he'd... use them to conquer the universe once he took over the Earth..."

"That's why Videl ran inside the Lookout crying..." Dende speaks up in a voice just above a whisper. Vegeta can't help but feel a great bit of sympathy for him overwhelm whatever anger he has directed at everybody else. Being left as one of the few of your kind is difficult, even for a hardened warrior like himself. Vegeta couldn't even admit it to himself or to anyone else the effect it had on him until well into his adulthood when he laid dying on Namek.

For someone like Dende to suffer this? Again? And after thinking they were safe from harm? It must be a great many times worse.

"And why neither of them came to help us when the city came under attack..." Tien concludes, darkening the moods of everyone present even more.

"Hey wait a minute!" Chiaotzu speaks up, getting everyone's attention. "Couldn't we use the Dragon Balls to find out where they are? Or even teleport them back home?"

A brief glimmer of hope is kindled by his idea, even Vegeta thinks himself foolish for not thinking of it sooner but a remorseful shake of Dende's head smothers that idea in its crib. "I'm afraid that won't work. While you were all fighting, I sensed that someone had summoned Shenron, no doubt Freeza using him to destroy... After he was finished I sensed six of the balls disperse across the planet... all except one..."

"Except one? Yamcha repeats, not entirely sure what the young Namekian means.

"Yes. When the Dragon Balls rise to disperse, a brief trace of their remains, just enough to propel them across the Earth before they become fully inert... All but one of them left the summoning spot."

"Freeza, snatched it out of the air," Kakarot speaks back up. "I pulled it off when I was just a boy. Freeza wouldn't even have to try to do it now."

"One Dragon Ball," Piccolo hisses out with an anger matching Vegeta's own. "He could've taken the whole set or two or three. But he purposefully took just the one to toy with us even from beyond the grave..." The Namekian's whole body begins to shake. "And now... Without it... We can't summon Shenron to revive everyone who's died or to find the boys..."

"B-b-but..." Krillin stammers out from the back of the group. "Can't we make another pair of Dragon Balls?"

"It doesn't work like that!" Piccolo snaps at him, making the bald monk reflexively take a few steps behind 18. "Every set has but one Guardian, the only way to make a new one is to render the old inert! Which we can't do without either gathering or breaking them all!"

"And if Freeza's used up all the wishes, it'll be a whole year before you can find them again, right?" 17 concludes the train of thought, earning an affirmative grunt from Piccolo.

"We don't even have a single one of Freeza's men left to interrogate for information either," Tien points out. "Even a low-level grunt might've helped steer us in the right direction at the very least."

"Rest assured, Whis and Beerus will get a piece of my mind for that," Vegeta vows. "I told that glorified butler to stop Beerus from finishing of Freeza before we could interrogate him. Now we'll have to scour the entire galaxy. And only that much if we're lucky."

"My sincerest apologies Prince Vegeta," Whis' calm voice echoes throughout their minds. "I did honestly try to reason with Beerus about your predicament with the aid of King Kai here, but," He lets out an exasperated sigh. "Reason falls to the wayside when he gets like this. He couldn't even hear my call until the deed had already been done."

"Don't waste your breath apologizing to them Whis. Freeza was a threat to the balance and he had to be put down, regardless of whatever captives his army may have in their grasp." Beerus' haughty, dismissive tone of voice reignites Vegeta's ire.

"We needed him alive just long enough at least extract a scrap of information, anything to help us find the boys! You had no right damn you!"

"I had no right?" Beerus repeats before bursting into a cackle. "I am Beerus! The God of Destruction! I have the divine right to do whatever I wish in this universe by whatever means I deem fit of accomplishing it!" Following the laugh, his voice takes on the steely edge of a cold fury ready to be unleashed.

"I could've just as easily deemed you and your planet unworthy of my timely intervention and simply left you to your self-constructed dooms. But I didn't, I put my own life along with the balance of the universe at risk to save one measly planet. And you've got the gall to spit in the face of my generosity?!"

Everyone, even the defiant Vegeta shiver at his outrage as though he was there in person. "You, the pack of incompetent fools who's carelessness made all of this possible! You stand there and blame me for failing your children?! No Vegeta, you all failed them when you didn't take care of the Dragon Balls! It's your recklessness that allowed this to happen!"

A deafening silence follows his outburst, one where no one, not even Vegeta dares to speak up against him, and out of fear. Not for the first time since arriving to the Lookout and realizing the full scope of Freeza's machinations from his revival to the decoy sent to lull them into a false sense of security to everything he's done in the past few hours. They all collectively but unspokenly arrive at a simple, harsh truth: if they simply safeguarded the Dragon Balls, even keeping a single one at close proximity, whoever arrived on Earth from Freeza's Empire would never have succeeded in bringing him back.

"But I will forgive your insolence, this time, as you're clearly not all well. Be remember this warning and remember it well," The cold fury intensifies. "Should you cause another near catastrophe of this magnitude again, I don't care how well you plead for mercy or what dishes you try to bribe me with. I. Will. End. You! Is that understood?"

With his warning delivered, Beerus and Whis break their psychic communication with the Earth's warriors, once more leaving an eerie silence hanging in the air. "Uhm," King Kai's voice echoes. "I'll keep a lookout for the boy's energies, if I pick anything up, I'll let you know immediately."

Vegeta has to fight back a scathing remark concerning Freeza's apparent ability or technology of blocking ki signatures.

"Yeah... Thanks, King Kai..." Kakarot half-heartedly replies, rubbing the back of his head as he awkwardly tries to decide what next to do. "I need to tell Chi-Chi what's happened," He turns to the others. "We'll meet up first thing tomorrow morning and figure out where to go from here, alright? I think we've had a long enough day as is."

With a defeated sigh, Vegeta nods regrettably in agreement. No more eager to break the news to Bulma than Kakarot is to his own wife, especially after seeing how Videl reacted. The others make plans of their own with Krillin, Yamcha, Tien, and Chiaotzu discussing whatever arrangements they can for their old master. Piccolo leads the distraught Dende back inside while 17 and 18 trade some half-hearted japes about meeting under better circumstances next time.

Vegeta and Kakarot both leave them to whatever they wish next, each flying in the opposite direction towards their homes, defeated and humiliated both and reluctantly going off to face what may be the worst the day has left to throw at them both.

An hour later, Beerus' Temple

"Do you need some assistance Lord Beerus?" Inquires Whis from the edge of the steaming pool as Beerus, taking great care to submerge himself inside the healing waters, slowly but surely lowers himself into the refreshing liquid. His whole body aches from either his exerted muscles or the various bandages covering his entire body. The worst of these, one of Freeza's last parting gifts, is positioned around his stomach. When the bandaged section enters the waters, Beerus has to fight back a severe wince of pain.

Upon finally sitting down, Beerus lets out a long, tired sigh and tries to simply lie there, letting the waters clean and heal his wounds but more importantly, help his restless and troubled mind. Something easier said than done thanks to the perpetually pulsating wound of his ear from where Freeza bit a chunk out of nagging him ad infinitum. A few minutes pass in quiet unrest with Beerus constantly fidgeting around, trying to make himself comfortable and perhaps catch some shut eye with nothing feeling right.

"Lord Beerus? Do you require-"

"I don't need anything!" He snaps at his Whis, almost blasting the mist from the room with the simple flick of his wrist. His attendant says nothing while Beerus tries and fails to find a comfortable position to rest in. Each passing moment makes the nagging wound of his ear hurt worse and worse. Thinking this is to blame for his unrest, Beerus submerges it into the water by diving face first into it. When the pain finally subsides, the wound around his ear is healed but not fully restored to its original shape.

With this resolved, he tries to lean back and let the returning mist scent enter his sharp nose and hopefully let him relax. A few more minutes pass and rest still eludes him.

"Shall I perhaps make you some tea, Lord Beerus? I believe it would do wonders for your foul mood."

"My mood is not foul," Beerus answers through grit teeth.

"Clearly."

"If you want to make yourself useful, prepare my room for slumber, if I can't get some rest here I might as well get these injuries healed."

"A sentiment I greatly appreciate. Blood is so troublesome to clean up you know."

"Not really, not. That's why I have you around."

The small glare he gets from his former master momentarily lifts Beerus' spirits.

"Very well my lord, if you wish your room prepared then I will do. I only request that you not fall asleep in these waters if at all possible."

Not likely at this rate, Beerus admits. "Fine, I won't."

Whis' eyes narrow at him. "Lord Beerus..." He repeats with a sterner tone.

The feline lets out an annoyed sigh and lowers his head at his attendant. "I promise I will try not to fall asleep in the pool and accidentally blow it up again."

With a sigh, Whis accepts this promise and promptly takes his leave of the baths towards the slumbering chamber, leaving Beerus to his own devices for a little while. Knowing it is likely futile, Beerus tries one more time to relax, swimming to various corners of the pool with rest still elluding him. It isn't until he gives up at the dead center of the waters, floating there and staring at the ceiling above, letting the watters keep him afloat does something resembling peace arrive for him...

The metallic taste of blood fills his lips, making every attempt to breathe a monumental struggle. Every attempt to lift any part of himself creates a seething pain throughout his muscles and body, forcing whatever limb he tries to raise back to the ground. His muscles feel like they've been torn and shredded inside his body, and a sickening crunch of bones beneath his flesh makes him feel sick to his stomach. To say nothing of the horrendous ache cleaving his skull in half, perpetually keeping him in a limbo between consciousness and death.

Yet even in this jumbled mess, a lone figure stands prominently, a shadowy warrior walking slowly towards him with a black aura resembling fire twisting and turning all around him. Besides that, he can recognize no other discernible features. No peculiar hair or body shape or tail. Just a simple muscular humanoid approaching him, making the ground quiver and the air burn with every step.

Beerus cannot remember how or why, but as he stares at this peculiar being, he simply knows he's to blame for the state of his miserable body. A faint anger ignites then dies inside his chest, perpetually kept at bay by a horrible sense of finality. Of imminent death.

Soon, the rest of the world burns too, devoured in the shadowy fire of this strange being. From where he lies, Beerus can see everything whither away and die in the inferno. Not simply burned or changed: devoured. In no time at all, even the ground Beerus' fragile form is buried under vanished, leaving him to float in this void of shadow.

The being's flame morphs in color, each moment staying either orange, gold or white but his body itself remains thoroughly indescribable.

"Do it..." Beerus raspily and weakly commands, urging this creature for something he can't even remember happening. "Take your... bloody... vengeance..."

"Everyone gets what's coming to them," The shadow being answers differently than before, answering in a single, gruff voice accompanied by a constant golden flame. The light of so much yellow is almost enough to blind Beerus, but nothing short of death could keep him from noticing the shadowy veil lift off his mysterious enemy, revealing his true form. With massive and spiked golden hair shooting up into the sky, a gray armor resembling that of Freeza's empire and sporting the same defiant look now as he did when Beerus met him as a child, the God of Destruction lies face to face with Prince Vegeta of the Saiyan's.

"Even you, Lord Beerus," With a fist raised overhead, Prince Vegeta's mighty roar reverberates through Beerus skull just before the Saiyan's fist crashing through it, splitting it and most if his body into a mess destroyed bones, limbs, and blood.

Almost leaping out of the pool, Beerus gasps and once again finds himself involuntarily checking his body for injuries. For a few moments spent in frantic, obsessive panic, his palms touch every inch of his body, particularly his head. For the injury of Vegeta so vividly resonated through his slumbering mind that he honestly thought himself dead.

"Lord Beerus?"

With a quick snap of his head to the left, Beerus finds Whis standing once more on the edge of the pool, concern clear on his face. "I should've known you'd fall asleep anyway."

"F-fall asleep?"

"Yes, and by the looks of things you had quite a nasty nightmare. When I sensed your energy momentarily spike up I was worried you'd laid this place to waste again."

The truth will be revealed you know, and when it, he will kill you for it.

Freeza's words echo throughout the confines of his mind, confirming what he already knew yet was too afraid to admit. It's no dream or nightmare... but a premonition...

"Lord Beerus?"

"Is my bed ready?" Beerus asks with a distant tone to his voice. Whis affirmatively nods.

"Good," He sharply gets back on his feet, placing both his arms behind his back as he levitates out of the pool. "Fetch me my sleeping clothes, I require much rest to restore my strength and not much time to do it."

Not even bothering to hear Whis' answer, Beerus rushes into the vast system of hallways throughout his home, practically running towards his bedchamber in a hurry. As he traverses through the monotonous, stone tunnels, his thoughts return to the final minutes of his battle with Freeza, to the source of his troubles now and in the very near future...

Hours prior, Mercury

Like a grenade mere moments in detonation, the surface of Mercury splits asunder as its destabilized core unleashes oceans of lava bursting towards the surface, carving the entire planet to pieces from the inside out. Pillars of flame pierce into the sky as the planets shaking grows stronger and stronger until the accumulated energy unleashes itself outward in a brilliant fiery display of destructive force, leaving only a gargantuan ball of fire where Mercury once was.

An event such as this would've wiped out most beings in the universe unlucky enough to be caught in it, even some of the stronger ones. Not the architects of this planet's destruction, however. It only momentarily stuns the two Gods before they clash once more in the heart of the explosion. Not missing a beat, the two continue clawing and beating on another, completely ignoring the inferno all around them that would make anyone else scream in terror from their burning flesh.

Yet the two Gods are above such concerns, for only they can hurt one another in this moment in time. Soon, the explosion dissipates from the lack of oxygen in space, replaced by the same stillness of space with the scant rocky remains of Mercury and the blood drawn from two battling deities floating in the void.

Finally, their stalemate is ground to a halt as they both simultaneously punch each other across the face, sending each other flying backward's several meters before each land on a large slab of floating rock. Kneeling down on for a moment to catch their breaths, they stare each other down, ignoring the various streams of blood trickling down their bodies.

An instant later, they vanish out of sight, the speed of their movement so great it breaks the rubble beneath their feet.

Freeza proves to the quicker of the two, managing catch an incoming punch courtesy of Beerus, allowing him to twist it until he can feel bone starting to crack beneath his touch. Smirking upon seeing the feline growl in pain, he raises his free arm, extending its middle and index fingers outward and with a series of rapid, point blank arm swings, unleashed dozens upon dozens of close range Death Waves.

Yet his advantage is quickly cut short when Beerus forces himself through the ki slashes and head-butts Freeza directly in his mangled eye, forcing his broken off nail to dig further into it. Were there any oxygen for sound to exist, Freeza yelp of pain would've been heard across all of Earth. The God of Destruction breaks free of the tyrant's grasp and unleashes a barrage of pressure point strikes all over his body.

With his power now lessened following the lengthy battle for Beerus, Freeza's golden exoskeleton starts breaking away from the quick, powerful and precise strikes smashing against it. Entire chunks of it are swiftly broken off with the feline rounding off his attacks by unleashing a pair of point blank ki waves, one striking Freeza in the face while the other lands on his chest.

As he's sent flying backward through the vacuum, Freeza lands on another floating slab, nearly crushing it beneath his feet with the force of his impact. With a pulling motion of his hand directed at Beerus, he uses a reverse kiai to propel the God of Destruction towards him while firing off a series of Death Beams at him with his other hand.

Beerus manages to break himself free of the pull though not before suffering two injuries from the two of the Death Beams slicing the side of his left knee and blowing a tiny chunk of his left forearm off. Grunting in pain, Beerus too thrusts his index finger forward and fires off a trio of his own finger beams much to Freeza's shock. The tyrant succeeds in avoiding the first one though the second takes off half of his toe while the last a piece of his right abdomen.

The two once more find themselves on floating slabs with Freeza finding some difficulty remaining on his with one of his toe now missing. The two slowly get back on their feet from their previous kneeling positions with their backs turned to one another. Dim lights of Ki emit from their index finger as they continue focusing Ki into them. Both deities know this is the deciding moment, for their bodies have been pushed to the limit and now, the God with the quicker and truer aim shall claim victory.

Spinning in place, their gazes meet, fixed in mutual glares of disdain as their fingers shoot up towards their respective targets. For a nanosecond, they light up with the firing off the beams and as quickly as it began, its over. What little sense of time they felt before vanishes entirely with everything, even their bodies needing time to acclimate to whatever has just happened.

A violent, blood-filled cough escapes Freeza's mouth, breaking this frozen state with the overlord falling to his knees. A gaping wound near his heart bleeds profusely and the up jumped tyrant tries to halt the bleeding by cauterizing the injury with a ki blast. Beerus has no intention of letting him do so despite feeling the effects of a hole blown through his right shoulder.

Immediately, Beerus powers back up and uses this accumulated momentum to kick Freeza upside the face. After spinning in mid-air to avoid a half-hearted punch from the arrogant bastard, Beerus clashes him across the face, drawing more blood before kneeing him in the stomach.

Freeza tries to mount up a resistance with a kiai, but so jerkily and hastily forcing his chest up only makes him momentarily reel from the pain of his chest injury. Beerus swats Freeza's hand away then punches directly into the chest wound, managing to damage whatever half-hearted effort Freeza made to cauterize the injury.

Moving in to secure his victory, Beerus takes hold of Freeza's neck with one hand whilst the other grabs him by the side of the face. Immediately, Freeza realizes his intent and with what strength he has left tries to mount some kind of resistance. Struggling to wring Freeza's little neck, Beerus leaves himself vulnerable to a constant barrage of Death Beam's carving into his stomach. Dozens upon dozens of them blast into his flesh, launching a maddening, seething jolt of pain to ripple through his very being.

For a moment, Beerus feels himself grow weaker, his hold on Freeza's neck getting weaker and weaker and he genuinely thinks he may lose regardless. But when he opens his eye a mere few inches, the smug, self-satisfied smirk on the this bastard's face gives him the last bit of strength he sorely needs to secure his victory.

CRACK!

Even with the lack of sound in space and the quick release of his hold, Beerus can hear the snapping of Freeza's neck echo through his ears as the now paralyzed tyrant floats helplessly through the vacuum. With that maddening look of satisfaction gone, Beerus joyously watches him hover there, glaring at him despite most of his body being paralyzed.

You put up a good fight Freeza, better than most I've faced. But in the end, your mistake was not remaining in whatever hole you crawled into after your revival,
Beerus telepathically taunts him, letting his joy of victory and relief of being rid of this potential threat supersedes any feelings of exhaustion or pain.

For a few more moments, Freeza's bulging, furious glare is a sight to behold for the victorious God of Destruction. But when his mouth slowly, inch by inch, curls into a smirk, then a grin then finally into a full-blown smile of madness does Beerus feel an uneasy feeling spring inside his gut. One he refuses to let Freeza see.

Still think you can win do you?

Oh certainly not, this body is quite too damaged to be of any use to me anymore. Freeza says it with a disconcerting frankness. But it doesn't matter, I've accomplished a great deal of what I set out to do here, and if all goes according to plan, I shall have my revenge upon your or the Saiyan's or, He mentally chuckles. All three of you.

Beerus can't help but laugh at the absurdity of this claim, despite feeling something very off about all this. You won't be enjoying or feeling anything for much longer. For you see Freeza, as the God of Destruction, I've a very rare privilege many would die to have. A privilege granting me to the ability to, for a hefty price from my own energy reserves, erase someone in both body and soul with a special blast reserved only for my kind, the Gods of Destruction.

A sun-like aura ball surrounds the feline God, growing greater and greater with each passing moment until halting at a size roughly the equivalent of the Earth itself. Soon after, the massive energy losses its form, collapsing into a gargantuan vortex of fire aura-like flames focusing into Beerus' outstretched hand. Their colors and shape morph from red to blue until finally, upon stabilizing as a tiny orb of ki the size of a seed, it burns a bright and white.

Any last words? Beerus points the attack at Freeza, expecting to see fear or terror on the tyrant's face. Perhaps even a plea for mercy, instead, Freeza laughs at him.

The truth will be revealed you know, and when it, he will kill you for it.

Beerus merely raises an eyebrow at this, earning another chuckle from Freeza. How quickly an immortal forgets... Though I suppose it shouldn't be a surprising trait if you're half as old as my father claimed you are. Still, given your apparent interest in the likes of Goku and Vegeta, I would think you'd remember the hand you played in the destruction of their species.

As if stabbed in the back by his most trusted friend, Beerus' expression morphs to one of utter shock only a startling revelation could cause, much to Freeza's glee. Ah, now you remember. Which do you think will Vegeta prefer I wonder? How you sentenced them to death over a petty slight concerning a pillow of all things. Or perhaps how you 'suggested' I greatly hasten my own plans to exterminate them because you couldn't be bothered? Who knows, if you weren't such a petulant child of a God, the Saiyan's might have lived long enough to stand a chance of preventing the swift culling of their species. I'd do anything just to see the look on his face though I suppose yours at the moment will suffice.

The God of Destruction's free hand curls into a tight fist. He won't find out-

Oh, but he will Beerus! Rest assured that he will. For if I cannot see my revenge through to the end alive, then I will exact it from beyond the grave. I've already made the necessary arrangements, now all that's left is to wait for the opportune moment to let him in on our little discussion that fateful day decades ago. The tyrant lets out a violent, blood filled cough though his smile persists. Unfortunately for you, this day of revelation may not come soon enough. For I know all too well what it's like to live in perpetual fear of something capable of killing me. The sleepless nights, the tormented days. Hours upon hours of horrible visions of your own demise plaguing you constantly, driving you slowly into madness as a horrid, spiteful and sadistic little voice in your head repeats the same thing over and over: Super Saiyan.

Despite a burning fury building inside of him, one demanding the death of the tyrant before him with every uttered word, he cannot help but let Freeza's words sink in. Like a weed, the fear born from the truth of his obvious psychological warfare takes root in the deepest corners of Beerus' mind and soul. One that will plague him for all the sleepless nights and tormented days to come. Though he does not yet know or want to admit it, yet.

The worst part is... Freeza gurgles more blood. You're the one who insisted on uncovering the power of the Super Saiyan God, giving your own soon-to-be murderer the perfect means of exacting his bloody vengeance. If I was at all capable of it, I might even feel a shred a sympathy for you-

ENOUGH! Beerus mentally roars, his temper finally overcoming his paralyzing shock. I AM BEERUS! THE GOD OF DESTRUCTION WHO'S VERY MENTION HAS SENT FEAR INTO THE HEARTS OF EVERY MAN, WOMAN, AND CHILD THROUGHOUT THE EONS! WITH CLEANSING POWER OF FIRE, I'VE ENDED THE LIVES OF TRILLIONS ACROSS THE COSMOS! ON A WHIM I'VE MURDERED THE HOPES AND DREAMS OF ENTIRE CIVILIZATIONS WITHOUT MERCY OR REGRET!

He pours, even more, energy into the tiny, white flame burning mere inches away from his index finger. AND I WILL NOT BE INTIMIDATED BY THE MIND GAMES OF ONE SUCH AS YOU!

Is that so? Freeza asks him with a gleeful, maddening amusement clear in his tone. Then why are you so flustered?

Falling silent for a moment, Beerus' left eye twitches several times as his fury goes best that of ten million supernova. DDDIIIEEE! He roars, unleashing the fiery white ball in the form of a pillar of flames descending towards the paralyzed Freeza. He expects to hear the tyrant panic or beg for mercy or do anything than what he actually is: smiling. Even faced with one of the most devastating blasts in existence with his body destroyed and defeat certain, he smiles still as if he's the one winning.

In mere moments, the attack reaches its target swallowing Freeza entirely, burning away his body and soul as if he were nothing but a mere leaf in the way of a forest fire. With a gleeful smirk, a wondrous sense of relief washes over him, he watches the flames continue to race out into the cosmos, growing thinner and thinner with each passing moment until finally dying down just ahead of the nearby sun.

Despite his numerous injuries, depleted energy reserved and aching bones, Beerus feels fully content having ridden himself of Freeza permanently and averting the nightmare responsible for waking him. With Freeza silenced and his anger satiated, finally he manages to hear both Whis and King Kai in his mind, hearing their pleas to not destroy Freeza, not yet realizing it is far too late for that.

Beerus' Temple

The truth will be revealed you know, and when it, he will kill you for it.

This one sentence, above all the others uttered by Freeza, sticks out the most in Beerus' mind. He thinks himself a fool upon giving things another look, thinking that in all his and Whis' interactions that his reasoning for destroying planet Vegeta wouldn't get revealed to the Saiyan Prince. A mistake only eclipsed by letting Vegeta know of the way to attain Godhood, giving him the tools necessary to pose a threat to him in the first place. Yet even as he contemplates the possible consequences of these mistakes, Beerus refuses to let Freeza's mind games get the better of him.

I will not be undone as you were Freeza...He clenches his fists tightly. When he comes for me, I will meet Vegeta on the field of battle and rectify my poor judgment by destroying him, Goku or any other Saiyan foolish enough to aid him in his bloody vengeance.

He begins walking once more towards the slumbering chamber. I am Beerus, the God of Destruction, and I will not succumb to the wrath of a Super Saiyan.

Meanwhile, Hell

As they have always done until now and shall do until the end of time, the cute and cuddly inhabitants of hell from teddy bears to the childlike angels play, sing and parade through the sunny, green fields of Hell. Filling the air with joyous songs, cheers, and sounds of laughter. Just as he had for the 12 years of his previous stay in this place and likely many more to come, hangs Freeza, suspended above the ground inside a cocoon. Sent here once more as a result of his previous sentence still holding power his soul and a last second exertion of ki snapping his own neck, killing him well ahead of Beerus' so-called ultimate attack.

"Ggggooooodddddd morning Freeza!" Greets the same childlike angel who was the last to see him prior to his revival. "It's wonderful to have you back here again!"

"It's wonderful to be back child!" The angel gasps in shock from Freeza's cheerful greeting.

"Oh my, you seem to be in a lot better mood than you usually were! Does this mean you're ready to repent for your sins?"

"Not in the slightest," He answers matter of factly with the smile never leaving his face. "But you'll simply start singing anyway regardless of my answer."

The angel ponders his words for a moment before exclaiming. "You're right! This is Hell after all!" And with that, it flies away to gather the others for an even louder joint parade to welcome Freeza back. Though this time, the tyrant cares little for their songs. For each time they sing, he hears the pained screams of Goku as he stomps on the bleeding hole on his shoulder. Each time one of the angels flies by to flash a smile at him, he sees the two Super Saiyan Gods look on in a mix of horror and awe at his power.

Soon his imagination becomes wilder, filled with scenarios upon scenarios where Goku and Vegeta are forced to kill their own, PTO loyal children. Then it shifts over to the war-torn landscape of Earth serving as the final resting place Goku, Vegeta, and Beerus after the three of them have killed one another in a final, climactic and brutal battle. And his imagination only grows wilder and more joyous from there.

Though his victory is not as absolute as he would've liked, Freeza feels a sense of fulfillment at what he's managed to accomplish with the second chance given to him and how the machinations he's left behind will ensure his eventual victory. Even if he may very well never live again to see the fruits of his accomplishments. For the first time in the history of Hell, one of its prisoners is truly and indescribably happy.

Given the month long wait for this chapter, I think its fair to say I owe you guys and gals an explanation for that. I felt kind of burned out on DB and writing for a good couple of weeks and wanted to take some time away from it all. By the time, I did come back I've had to spend a lot of hours studying for future exams which, coupled with some story issues that kept on persistently nagging me resulted in the long delay.

While I didn't execute everything as well as I wanted too, overall I'm quite happy with how the whole story turned out and I'm currently in the planning stages of the sequel "Wrath of the Super Saiyan's" though I can't say when that'll come out.

Thanks for reading the story and I hope to see you all back for the sequel when it comes out. I expect it to be shorter than the first entry but the jumping perspective between Goku & Vegeta in space and the goings-on of Earth following the invasion could potentially drag things out, we'll see.

If you've got any questions, feel free to ask them and I'll PM as much of them as I can.