The first part of this chapter was inspired by Rising Fist's Video 'Old Man Goku' s Last Day in Life' from Youtube. It is also inspired by Goku and Vegeta's last battle from Dragon Ball Online.


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As the years passed by, I watched as my comrades, children, grandchildren, great grandchildren and the rest of my descendants died. I could never forget their last moments and how I sent them off to the Otherworld myself. It was always the perfect day. Everything they did the day before they pass away was perfect.

I remember Kakarot was able to perfect the crops of his radish farm. When I sensed his energy slowly fading, like a flickering flame being blown away yet trying its best to maintain its weakening blaze, I was immediately on his side. I thought that if I was only able to sense Bulma's life force this way before her untimely death, I would have rushed to her side as well. But then, since it was an accident that killed her, I was not able to do that.

I told Kakarot that the time has come for him to bite the dust. He laughed back at me and joked about my title being just a Hakaishin, the God of Destruction and not a Shinigami, the God of Death who was supposed to be the one escorting the dead to the Otherworld, assist the souls to meet with Enma Daiou and show them the way to the next life, heaven or hell. If he only knew about what I did to the Shinigami-.

-Anyways, Kakarot asked me to give him a proper send off by giving him the final satisfaction in battle he needed. He said that he wanted to die an honorable death as a Saiyan Warrior as he fought me, the last royal blood of our race. He said he didn't wish to hold anything back so he requested that we fight on an unpopulated planet that was already on the list of being destroyed by me.

Just to make it even more satisfying, I ordered Whis to make our final battle a memorable thing - a gift from me to my greatest rival and my best friend. He changed our clothes to our iconic attires. Kakarot's farmer clothes magically turned into the orange martial arts gi uniform he used to wear. The sacred garment of a destroyer god I don was transformed into the same Saiyan Armor I wore when I first came to Earth - only with a red cape and the Saiyan Royal Crest embedded on its left chest plate- silently announcing that I am fighting Kakarot not as the fearsome God of Destruction but as the Proud Prince of all Saiyans, the warrior race which we both belong.

It was a fierce, epic battle. I knew I had to hold my devastating powers as the God of Destruction back or else I could have easily ended that battle in an instant. Of course, I didn't want it to end that way.

The battle finished with a supernova explosion after the clash of our most powerful blasts. Kakarot's body was caught in the massive explosion and his death was indeed that of a true Saiyan Warrior. That smile he had as his body slowly burn to ashes by the planet's devastation reminded me of how I faced my own death when I sacrificed my life fighting Majin Buu. It was a satisfied smile.

That supernova explosion was meant to be historical. It can be seen in the sky for many centuries ahead. A living proof of the honorable death of a heroic Saiyan Warrior.

I waited for Kakarot's soul to arrive at Enma Daiou's place and there we said our goodbyes.

"Thank you, Vegeta. That battle was definitely one for the books." he said.

"Yes, Kakarot. It was a fine battle." I agreed.

He chuckled. "I was actually surprised that you would try so hard to beat an old man."

I knew he was joking, yet I was immediately offended by his comment. "What did you just say?! For your information, you idiot, I was holding back my divine powers of Destruction! Hmph!"

Kakarot laughed. "Mortal Saiyan Prince or an immortal Destroyer god, you're still our prideful tsundere Vegeta, all right."

"I'm NOT a tsundere!" I defended. That term had been getting on my nerves lately.

"Ehehehe..." Kakarot giggled. "You know, Piccolo was right when he said he could not believe how much you've grown over the years."

'And it was all for nothing once I became the God of Destruction.' I thought grimly.

As if Kakarot was able to read my mind, he said, "Hey, don't look so glum. At least you don't kill or destroy as indiscriminately as you did back then. Plus, we trust you. I trust you. I know that you won't resort to abusing your powers for doing something evil and unjustified. In fact, the Universe is more at peace now since you took the former Lord Beerus' place."

Since I have become the God of Destruction, I followed some personal rules whenever I do my duties as the Destroyer of Worlds. Investigate first. With the help of Whis, the Kais and Kaioshin, I search a planet or race worthy enough to be destroyed. I would make a visit to that planet in a disguise to check out the reasons why it was blacklisted. Then after some personal and closer inspection, I would give a second chance without revealing my true identity. I know that if they learned that I'm the God of Destruction, they would 'pretend' to do as I say behind my back. It was great that my reputation as a Saiyan back in the days as a soldier in the Freeza Force still instilled fear across many civilizations for years. And if it wasn't enough to change them or if they provoked my wrath even further, that's when I will bestow them my divine punishment as the God of Destruction. I annihilate the entire race and their planet but I'll save a few pairs of innocent newborn children to repopulate once a new world was created for them by Kaioshin.

Those pesky troublemakers who senselessly wrecked havoc across the universe were all destroyed by me.

The Freeza Force was forced to submit to my conditions and commands or else they will be destroyed by my hand without hesitation. Freeza was not able to believe that I'm way more above him now. He couldn't accept that he'll be bowing down and submitting to the 'monkey' he used to mock and order around. It was a good feeling to see him do that. It was a much better revenge than me simply destroying him to atoms. When he bites the dust, I will definitely come for him too and send him to hell myself.

"Whatever, Kakarot." I told him.

Kakarot faced Enma Daiou to hear his sentence, which I was sure will be rewarded greatly for his heroic deeds as protecting Earth and the Universe Seven from powerful threats. I heard that he was able to keep his body in its prime just as I did, became immortal as well and was assigned to become the Deity Guardian Warrior of the Multiverse alongside Daishinkan and the Zenos in the Heavenly Realm. That was an order from the King of all. He shall watch over the multiverse and protect it from multiverse level threats. He was given an honorable title, "Seiten Taisei: The Great Sage Equal to Heaven". Hearing that, I felt kinda jealous since he was way more above me now, not just in his power and skills as a warrior but even our divine positions. A low born warrior having a higher position than his Prince. Despite that nudging jealousy hurting my pride, I knew that Kakarot deserved that after all that he did to save the Earth and Universe Seven, it was a fine reward for him for having the King of all impressed with his deeds.

It was a good thing that he wasn't very particular about it. He still treated me the same as he always did - as his equal, without the pride and entitlement of his name and title. He's unlike me who always had a sense of superiority, entitlement and loved flaunting my name, title and pride to everyone. He wasn't like me in that sense. He's still the foolish, childish clown I hated and respected at the same time.

He would often visit me on my planet in his spare time (which is like the entire time), eat with me, chat with me, spar with me and most of the time, annoy me with his stupid, childish antics. Damn Kakarot for always being too simpleminded. Sometimes, I would try to break away from him, giving an excuse that I have a duty to fulfill. Only then he would finally stop pestering me. He still feared my onerous temper, and I would usually use that to fend him off whenever I'm not in the mood to deal with him.

Kakarot's company somehow kept me from being lonely. His presence would annoy me most of the time but it helps me forget about those longing feelings. I still feel empty when he and Whis are not around or when I'm not working. So sometimes, I would visit the Earth and watch at Capsule Corporation so I can reminisce my mortal memories.

To be honest, I never expected myself to be this emotionally attached to anyone. I've always told myself that I won't live my life wasting time thinking about whatever happened in the past. I was never that pathetic and melodramatic. But after I lost my beloved blue, my prideful thought was proven wrong once again.

I loved visiting the Earth. It was like my very own outlet whenever I feel lonely. I loved connecting to my children, my grandchildren and my descendants. It made me feel a part of her was still with me. Those who descended from Bulla swore to take care me whenever I visit the Earth while those who descended from Trunks shall provide me with everything I ever need. Trunks and Bulla said those were Bulma's dying wish for them to take care of me whenever I come by the Earth for a time-off. Of course, my guardian angel, Whis, attended to me most of the time while we are on my new home planet, which by the way, he did his best to magically clean up and renovate so it resembles my home at Capsule Corporation because he was worried I would feel homesick. My descendants lived their life serving me as well. There was even a family tradition which pertains to whenever a child was born into my family, I shall be introduced to him as his uncle, then a brother when he becomes an adult and then his grandson when he becomes an old man. My immortality was kept a top-secret to everyone of them until they reach that certain age when he becomes my brother.

My family were the only Earthlings I made a contact to, except for my comrades who enjoy their long lives or eternal lives, like Androids 17 and 18, Dende and Piccolo.

My descendants lived a little bit longer than most humans do all thanks to their Saiyan genes. But as Saiyan blood slowly diluted from their blood each passing generation, I found out that their power slowly and surely diminished as well as the human blood became more and more dominant. I realized that even though I was able to repopulate the Saiyan race with Bulma, there would come a day when my descendants would forget about their Saiyan heritage or some of them would simply live their lives as normal humans. That disappointed me greatly. The time would come when the hard fought battles we won in my mortal lifetime will only be heard as fairy tales and distant legends - just as how the Legend of the Super Saiyan was when I was younger - or worse, how the story of the first Super Saiyan God was forgotten. Since the Dragon Balls have completely disappeared now, it would be hard for the new generation to believe the stories of our adventures.

Even so, I decided to write a set of annals about our tale. If I wasn't doing my job destroying planets and wiping out entire races that were completely hopeless after I have given them a second chance to change their rotten ways, I was writing these from pure memories. Most of it were written from my perspective when I was still a mortal Saiyan. How I have seen these things during my mortal life. I always had a great memory, I can reminisce things completely as if it happened just yesterday. There were also things that I wrote based on the stories told to me by Kakarot, Trunks- my son who came from the future and by my beloved Bulma.

It was heartbreaking writing all of these memories, knowing that aside from myself, Kakarot, Android 17 and Android 18 - all the characters in this story have already passed away. (Dende and Piccolo died several years later. They may have longer lives than humans but they are still mortals.) It was even more painful reminiscing the stories Bulma told me herself, as if it was a fairy tale to put me to sleep.

Tears fell on the pages of the journal I was writing at. I put my pen down, leaned my head over it and my eyes drifted to a close as I dream about my life as a mortal.

I always dreamt of the past, some of my fierce battles but mostly being at her side. I longed for her gentle touch, her smile, her bright blue eyes as clear as the Earth's sky, her soothing voice, the blazing fire of her passion and courage, her hugs and kisses, her laughter... Everything about her. There were times I would wake up with my eyes filled with unshed tears, thinking and wishing that she was just there next to me, yet... I was alone.

I was always alone, though I would notice that there was this fluttering green light emanating from a single firefly hovering beside me every time I would dream about her. Whenever I feel lonely and alone at night, I would always find this firefly accompanying me. Its small but brilliant light glowing against the darkness gave me a sense of relief so I never dared to push it away. I remember how Bulma loved that color, she said it was beautiful and reminds her of the nature of Earth. I would dream about her when I fall asleep.

I missed her so much.

Over the years I came across a few human women who did resemble her, especially those who descended from our family. A few hundred years passed by and I still never found her. Despite the women's resemblance to my beloved wife, I never felt the connection of my ki energy to hers.

Where are you, my beloved blue?

Despite the promise that I shall wait for her even if a million lifetimes pass by, there were moments that I was growing impatient. Kakarot would often receive the end of it. Sometimes, it was Whis. Most of the time, those I was going to destroy with my job as the God of Destruction.

Just how many years would it take for me to be with her again? How many decades should I wait until I find her? Sometimes, I doubted. Maybe I was such a fool to believe that she would be reincarnated.

So one day, I baited Enma Daiou with some food.

"What do you want, Vegeta-sama?" asked Enma as he nibbled through the noodles he was eating. Perhaps, he knew I was in here for questioning. Tch! I could always threaten this deity for information but I knew Daishinkan won't be happy about it.

"Bulma will be reincarnated, right?" I asked, with a threatening tone in my voice, silently telling him to never try lying to me or else, he might end up with the same fate as my victims. "You're not purposely holding her soul back just to mock me or anything, right?"

Enma spewed the noodles out of his mouth, coughing.

"What kind of question is that, Vegeta-sama?!" Enma Daiou cried out. "After all these years, I thought you were already patient enough to wait for her to be reborn!"

"But it's already been five hundred Earth years, yet it felt like it's already been more than one hundred forty thousand years and I still couldn't find her." I mumbled.

"It's just five hundred years, Vegeta-sama. Not one hundred forty thousand." chuckled Enma Daiou but he immediately stopped when I glared up at him. The fool has no idea why I felt that way so I guess I cannot blame him.

Enma Daiou cleared his throat and said, "Plus, it should be time for her to be reborn anytime soon."

"Is there any chance for her to be reborn as a human again? With the same face? In the same universe?"

"She will be reborn in the same Universe, but as random as reincarnation could get, I'll give you the benefit of the doubt about her being human again considering how threatening she was as a human to the multiverse."

"You're the god of the Underworld, you, of all people, should know about that." I drawled.

"I only hold the souls of the dead, Vegeta-sama." Enma clarified. "As for what they will become once they are reborn, I do not have any idea about that. Maybe if you ask Kaioshin, he might have the answers you are looking for."

Great! I muttered to myself impatiently. I guess I had no other choice but to go to the Realm of the Kais to meet up with Kaioshin, the god of creation and rebirth, who was the counterpart of the god of destruction and death. I commanded Whis to take me there.

"Reincarnation comes randomly, Vegeta-sama." Shin told me. "Once the soul has been cleansed, they are no different than the others. All souls are the same once the memories and identity it had on its past life are erased. It would be hard for us to trace your wife's soul. It was Daishinkan who told me that no special treatment shall be given to her aside from your request at the time you became the God of Destruction. I don't recall you saying you wanted her to be reborn as a human. You were only very particular with how many remaining lives you two still have."

Yes, my only condition was so long as she gets reborn into another being, I'll be more than happy to accept that. For some reason, I regretted not saying any specifics that time. Now, I have no idea what happened to my wife's soul, not even the so-called deities of the underworld and rebirth know anything about it.

"Just pray that she won't get reborn as a worm or you'll be even more terrified of her. Ahahahaha!" laughed the older, former Kaioshin who was sitting in front of a tea table about ten meters away.

His abrupt comment was completely unnecessary and I glared at the perverted old man, his laughter suddenly died knowing he offended me by his lame attempt of a joke. He learned to fear me now that I have become the God of Destruction as compared to when I was still a mortal Saiyan, though there were still times when he'll cross the line thinking he has authority over a newbie like me because he was the older, wiser and more experienced god.

I sighed. "So I guess I had no other choice but to wait."

I gave Shin my present, a box of Big Red Robe Tea, which is the most expensive tea on Earth. These two deities always loved drinking tea so I thought I could bait them with this for information but they gave me none. I still gave it to them for the trouble I did.

"That's all I need. Thanks." I said before walking back to where Whis was waiting. "Let's return to Earth, Whis. Boksa said he wanted to introduce me to his grandson today."

"Certainly, milord." Whis obeyed and with a tap of his staff, we blasted off towards Earth.

We landed infront of the old Capsule Corporation lawn. The building sure has been changed into a modernized mansion, yet it's still my home. My descendants made sure that the house is all mine, as the headquarters have been transferred to another location during Trunks' time. This place has been transformed into a residential home for my family since then. As the generations passed by and my descendants branched out, they decided to just move out, leaving only the heir of the first family to inherit and take care of this property. That said heir would be living with me at this place until he reaches that time he finds his own family and move out.

As soon as we landed, a man in his early sixties greeted us. He had thin black hair, some already greying above his balding head. His soft eyes dark and wrinkled.

"Welcome back," he smiled at me. He was Boksa, one of my descendants. For some reason, he clearly didn't inherit Saiyan power and he lived his entire life as a human. The Earth had always been so peaceful since our last battle that nobody had any desire to train. I let them be. I'm more than powerful enough to protect the Earth from threats if there were any.

"Have you already eaten? We've prepared a feast for you." he asked.

It was kind of awkward seeing your own descendant older than you are. I didn't say anything as I sauntered at the way he led me and Whis to eat.

"This was especially prepared by Pantus." Boksa said, waving his hand at the table filled with different kinds of food. Pantus was another descendant, Boksa's son, who followed his dream to become a world-famous chef. He had somehow reminded me of Bulma's mother with how sumptuous his meals are.

"Report," I commanded Boksa. He began to report to me how the Capsule Corporation was going and some family matters. It was good to hear that the Capsule Corporation still remained the top company for technology and automobiles. I was worried that someone would mess it up, which of course I wouldn't want to happen so I would always ask for reports about my wife's company and its progress. Bulma would talk about it to me years ago and somehow, I learned the in and outs of the company and their business. It really wasn't that hard to understand when I used to make negotiations and run a 'planet trade' business while being a soldier in the Freeza Army. Plus, I was a prince born to rule my people so my leadership skills are absolutely unquestionable. While Boksa was currently the head of the family, he still respected my authority as their ancestor so he would often seek my advices about these matters.

"Good," I said. Everything was doing great.

"Yes, Pantus and Mei-chan are expecting their child soon." he also reported. "I heard it's a female, so I guess Nana-kun will be glad to have a cousin." and then he chuckled.

Mei is Pantus' wife while Nana is Boksa's grandson with his daughter, Blum. Boksa was pleased with the news.

"Send them my regards." I told him and I turned my head to my angel. "Whis, let's prepare something for the girl."

"Yes, milord." Whis said with a smile.

I returned my attention to Boksa. "About Nana..."

"Yes, I will introduce him to you soon. I just had someone pick him up from school." he said.

"I can't wait to see him." I told him.

"I know. It's quite rare to see someone in the bloodline who looked exactly like you do." he chuckled.

I'm sure I'll dote on that boy just for his looks. I was wondering if he's like his grandfather and mother who didn't inherit Saiyan powers. I was hoping he had since my genes seemed more dominant on him for being able to look just like me.

We heard the door opened and saw a man wearing black formal suit holding the hand of a five year old boy wearing cram school uniform. And yes, everything about him looked exactly as me.

Boksa took the boy's hand and they walked towards me. The boy looked up to me with an intimidating dark glare.

"This is my grandson, Vegeta Benolencé Miyasen-Briefs the Seventh." he said. The boy was also named after me, using the name I used on Earth. His nickname, Nana means Seventh. "Nana-kun, this is your uncle."

The boy blinked at me curiously. "Grandpa. How come he is my uncle? I thought your children are only mom and uncle Pantus."

"It is because he is my nephew."

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Woah! He does look as dashing as I am!" he gasped in awe.

"Hello," I said, crouching down so I can look at him eye to eye. "You must be Nana. I'm your uncle Vegeta."

"Vegeta? Woah! We even have the same name!"

"You're named after me, you should be honored."

"So does that mean your dad is older than grandpa?"

"Yeah."

He crossed his arms over his chest and pouted. "How odd..." he muttered to himself, glaring at me. "For some reason, I can tell how much you guys are lying to me."

"Are you calling me a liar?!" yelled Boksa.

"Yes!"

The boy flinched when Boksa threatened to smack his head.

Woah. He's quite a perceptive one. So it seems he has inherited some of my Saiyan abilities.

I smiled. "Truth or not, why don't you pretend that it is the truth for now? I am your uncle. Trust me. Will there be another way for us to be this 'dashing', hm?" I said.

His dark eyes narrowed, "Why should I pretend?"

"Because it is family tradition."

"Family tradition?"

Boksa cut in. "I'm sorry, I wasn't able to tell him all the details."

"It doesn't matter." I told him. "You'll soon learn the truth, boy."

Nana backed away a little and hid behind his grandfather. "You don't look like you're someone I can trust." he muttered, still glaring cautiously at me.

"Watch your mouth, boy!" yelled Boksa, finally smacking the boy behind his head.

Nana looked up to him with a betrayed gaze, rubbing at his head. "Why? Even if we look the same, he gives off quite a scary feeling about him!" he defended.

"That's exactly why you should respect him!"

"But-!"

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry about this. He was the only son and heir that's why he's a little spoiled."

The boy kinda reminded me of Trunks when he was a child. I straightened and crossed my arms over my chest.

"Worry not. I've dealt with kids with that kind of attitude." I assured him.

"Please discipline him as you wish." Boksa leaned forward to me and whispered, winking. "-just as how you did with me and Pantus."

"The generation of today has grown soft." I mumbled in a low voice.

"You always say that each passing generation. I am thankful for the discipline you taught us. It was cruel but it was all worth it." then he pulled away.

"So Nana-kun, from now on, you will be with Uncle Vegeta." Boksa announced.

"What?!" the boy whined.

"Worry not, boy. He'll take care of you. He's a nice uncle, I'm sure you'll love him. Just... Don't set his temper off with your mischievousness."

"Now I'm even more scared of him." Nana whispered to himself.

He laughed at his grandson. "Worry not, Nana. He doesn't bite. So long as you are a good little boy, of course."

"And if I'm not?"

"He won't hesitate to break your bones." Boksa laughed.

"Please take good care of him." Boksa told him.

"Yeah." I nodded.

"But..." Nana whined.

"Don't be like that. Me, your mother and your father will visit you once in a while. Call to us when you wish to speak with us or if you needed anything. Okay?"

With that, Boksa left Nana, whom I would later refer to as Jii, to be with me whenever I stay on Earth. I doted on him as if he was my own son. I shared my food with him, gave him the presents he always wanted during holidays, taught him many things when it comes to his education. I told him bedtime stories about our adventures he thought were only made up stories yet he was always fascinated by them. Sometimes, he would tell me about his dreams after he wakes up.

Of course, I was also strict with him despite being a doting 'uncle'. I disciplined him as much as I did to my heirs and descendants. He would sometimes hate me for it, but he was just as scared as the others before him at me and my wrath. He was a troublemaker.

Despite all that, he was something to be proud of. He was a genius both at being a fighter and in academics. He's no warrior like me and had no superpowers, but his Saiyan instincts were sharp and precise.

All these years, he was completely unaware of me being a God of Destruction. What he knew is that I have a secret job he doesn't have any idea about, which would sometimes make him quite suspicious. He thought I had a strange friend in Whis, too. I wonder what he thinks about it considering he had the gift of perception as I have. He never dared to say anything about it though, perhaps out of his fear of inciting my temper.

Pantus and Mei decided to live overseas before the woman gave birth, he said he was offered a job there as a celebrity chef. I gave them my blessings. I loved watching at his TV shows. Sometimes, I would tell Whis or Jii to cook food like what he was showing in the TV.

And then suddenly, out of nowhere, I was summoned in the heavenly realm with the rest of the Gods of creation and destruction of the other 11 universes. Daishinkan warned us of an upcoming catastrophe. He didn't go into much details because it was just a vision he had.

Daishinkan said "I saw that death and chaos will be bestowed over the multiverse where it has decided to pour its deathly wrath. It had been centuries since Amanojaku's mysterious disappearance. Perhaps, this catastrophic event is caused by his impending return to the mortal world. You gods must prepare yourselves for this. He could be reborn as a mortal into your universe anytime soon."

"Amanojaku? You meant that Amanojaku that has spread its evil influence throughout Universes 13 to 18 that's why Zeno-sama has wiped those universes from existence?" Liquiir asked. He is a golden yellow fox humanoid with black tipped ears, yellow eyes and three tails.

"Yes."

"That insolent pest! When I see him I am going to destroy him!" Jin growled to himself. He is the God of Destruction of Universe 12. An aquatic humanoid with grey scales, red eyes and two fin-shaped ears on the sides of his head.

"Who says you are going to destroy him? I am going to destroy him!" Quitela argued. This argumentative mustard colored rat is Universe 4's God of Destruction.

I watched in silence as they argued with each other over who is going to destroy that Amanojaku thing. I noticed the other gods and their angels silently looking over my direction. I get it, most of them are still unwelcoming towards me. They have hated my predecessor but I guess they're even more hateful of me because I was able to ascend to this position by Daishinkan's favor. They hated the fact that I was able to become a God of Destruction in order to save the existence of my wife whom they all agreed to destroy. The only gods and angels who doesn't have much bitterness at me were Champa, the Universe 6's God of Destruction and the twin brother of Beerus, his guide angel, Vados, Universe 10's Supreme Kai Gowasu, Universe 2's Goddess of Destruction Heles and the eldest among the guide angels, Universe 10's Kusu.

As I watched as those noisy Gods of Destruction argue over who's destroying this Amanojaku, I was beginning to ponder to myself what kind of creature it was.

Somebody snickered, "Look at him being so lost in thought. He probably didn't understand what Daishinkan was talking about. Did Beerus even teach him anything?"

Are they talking about me? I shifted my eyes to the owner of the voice and gave him a warning glare. It belonged to the despicable Supreme Kai of Universe 9, Roh. The green skinned God of Destruction with orange hair and thick facial hair named Sidra who was kneeling next to him hushed him.

I fought the desire to open my mouth to yell back at him. I had to hold it all back else Bulma's soul won't get reborn. I turned my head to my Supreme Kai and asked him in a low, quiet voice, "Hey Shin, what's an amanojaku?"

Shin looked at me in surprise as if he couldn't believe I was asking him that. He probably thinks the same as Roh was but I figured out he probably knew I had no idea already since he can read minds. Perhaps that's the reason why Roh could tell I know nothing about this Amanojaku.

He leaned over to me and whispered, "Amanojaku was a heavily malevolent spirit deity that has the powers to create chaos and destruction in his wake. They say it has power greater than a destroyer god."

"Really?"

"Yes."

I grinned.

"Enough arguing," Daishinkan said. "The plan is for you to watch over any changes in your universe and if you have seen any sign that might foresee Amanojaku's rebirth into your universe, you must report to us first. Do not try chasing it on your own, especially the Gods of Destruction, for it might inflict its virus unto you and use you in its penchant to destroy the multiverse."

"We understand, Daishinkan-sama." everybody said in unison. Daishinkan nodded and disappeared to thin air.

When he's gone, I felt everyone's eyes fall on my direction.

"You heard him, Vegeta." Khai, the Supreme Kai of Universe 11 said.

"Of course, I do. I'm not deaf, you know." I snapped, irritated.

"How can we trust a former mortal Saiyan to the task? I'm sure he'll be praying that Amanojaku would be reborn in his universe." snickered Sidra.

"Hey, I'm not as stupid as Kakarot!" I retorted.

"God of Destruction or not, you are still Saiyan in mind and body. I'm sure you are quaking with excitement and curiosity about Amanojaku right now. You are no different from Son Goku when it comes to that." Toppo, who replaced Belmod as Universe 11's God of Destruction said.

"Well, yeah. I won't lie I was a little curious about it and how much power it possessed since it forced Zeno to destroy Universes 13 to 18 when it got out of control."

"That's Zeno-sama for you, Saiyan!" corrected Arak with a sharp hiss.

"Be careful with your thoughts, Vegeta." Heles warned. "Amanojaku is an extremely powerful entity. It's beyond anything you have encountered. It can feed on your darkest desires."

I snorted out loud.

"Don't tell him that, Heles! We're actually expecting him to fall into Amanojaku's trap so we can destroy them both!" roared Quitela.

"Sorry but I cannot let that happen. Plus, no one is allowed to destroy Vegeta or anyone unless Zeno-sama permits it." Heles defended me.

"We all know that Amanojaku might get reborn in Universe 7 since it's the easiest target to latch itself in. After all, the gods of that universe are the most pathetic among us." Roh said, giving my group a disgusted look which made my ire grow even further.

"You are one to talk! Have you forgotten how I managed to push Toppo off the ring during the Tournament of Power?!" I quickly retorted back, finally giving in to my anger.

"Hey, that was a long time ago! I'm still a destroyer trainee back then!" Toppo cried out.

"And I was still a mortal back then." I snorted before I tilted my chin up and gave them a haughty smirk. "Ooh, I completely forgot that you were all erased in existence when that happened... But thanks to my universe you are enjoying your privilege of your existence right now. How dare you underestimate me and my universe? Did you honestly think that I was lying on my bed being depressed all these years? You are right when you said I am first and foremost, Saiyan. Too bad most of you didn't know how I humiliated Belmod when he dared to underestimate the power of my people right in front of me. Do you want to know what I told him back then?"

Everyone stared at each other for a moment before Quitela snorted and said with a disparaging tone. "Fine, let's hear it."

"We Saiyans have no limits to our potential. The more we fight, the more we are in a pinch, the more we are challenged, we grow stronger and stronger. Each time we are pushed to our breaking points, we just break through our limits and tap into a new level of power."

I looked down into my hands. I may be an immortal Destroyer God now but I am the same prince of the fighting Saiyan warrior race. My abilities as a Saiyan combined with my masteral and control over my divine powers of destruction made me the unique one according to Whis. I get stronger and stronger each day, thanks to the special Saiyan ability that allows us to grow in power the more we fight, my instantaneous recuperation brought by my immortality and my guide angel's wise teachings and harsh training.

"Yes, that's right. You have no idea how much stronger I have become." I said with a wide, taunting grin. "You'll be surprised."

Quitela snorted out loud, "How arrogant! I know you're just bluffing! No matter how much you train, you will never be a match to your superiors."

"Why don't you try me then? All of you at once if you want." I challenged with confidence.

Heles giggled in amusement, "I love just how confident he is." she said to her angel.

Champa just groaned lazily while both Whis and Vados let out a sigh.

"Alright, that's enough. You know the rules. It is a taboo for the gods to fight and destroy each other." Whis cut the verbal fights off. "And Vegeta-sama, please calm down and control your temper. We do not wish to provoke anyone here."

"I know that." I sneered, crossing my arms over my chest. "Insolent fools. For you to underestimate my personal pride and the pride of the Saiyans and the entire Universe 7 in front of me..."

Whis knew how much I hated it when someone dares to underestimate my pride both as a God of Destruction of the Seventh universe, as a Saiyan Warrior or anything in between. Anyone who would shall pay the consequences.

"Just know this, you all. If ever Amanojaku is reborn in my universe, we will deal with it on our own! I'll make sure that if anyone in here will have the privilege to destroy it, it would be me! Then and only then I can prove myself to all of you that I am the strongest among all of us. Got that?!"

Those were my last words to them as I turned my head to my guide angel. "Let's go home, Whis. I'm tired of the ugly faces of these 'low-level so-called deities'."

And then I gave the others a haughty smirk before Whis had me and Shin transported back to the godly realm of Universe 7.

I can say I did an awesome job showing these puny gods to never underestimate the pride of a Saiyan Warrior. I couldn't be any more prouder of myself at that moment. I was always been detested by a lot of people due to me being an 'arrogant Saiyan monkey' yet I never cared about any of that. To me, that so-called 'arrogance' is the very definition of my Saiyan Pride. Yes, there's no way I would let anyone, not even the gods, the angels or even the King of all, underestimate the power of the Saiyan Warrior race. I will never forgive anyone who would dare to injure our pride.

I swear I am going to show to them all the pinnacle power of the Saiyan Prince who had become the God of Destruction.


Chapter Notes:

Shinigami - A god of death, one who leads the soul of a dead person in the afterlife, also known as the Grim Reaper in some cultures.

Amanojaku - is usually depicted as a kind of small demon and is thought to be able to provoke a person's darkest desires and thus instigates them into perpetrating wicked deeds. The character in the story is based on the mythical creature of the same name, and the original concept of Beerus. (See Chapter 4 notes).


Chapter Playlist:

「I WILL BE THERE」

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「ALL IN GOOD TIME」

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