"Planet Hachu?" Whis asked. It had been millennia since they'd visited. "What makes you want to go there?"

"I had a dream," Beerus said. "I'm not saying the dream is real, but who knows, it could be."

His interest piqued, Whis asked, "What did you dream about?"

"A fish. A fish so good that we brought it home."

"I suppose that could be a plausible outcome of a visit to Hachu."

Beerus beamed. "So, one day off training to see if I'm a prophet now?"

Whis hummed loudly. "I'll allow it - but don't think this excuse will work again any time in the near future."

"Pfft – excuse. I'll happily train when we get back."

"As if," Whis snorted. "You'll eat yourself silly and complain of a stitch two minutes in!"

Beerus conceded and instead insisted he'd work even harder tomorrow.

Planet Hachu had come a long way since their last visit. Technology was everywhere now – motor vehicles in place of carriages, neon signs replacing the old wooden ones, and people communicating on hand-held devices. Beerus barely would have recognised the place, but the palace stood at the foot of the mountain in the distance as it always had been.

"Mummy, look!" A child pointed towards them.

Another child, older than the first, gave a disapproving look. "Aren't you a bit old to be dressing up?" they asked Whis.

The mother pulled the child away. "Sorry about him. Is there something going on today?"

Beerus was completely taken aback by the whole situation, but Whis was calm as always. "I couldn't say. We're just visiting the area."

This only seemed to confuse the mother even more. "I see. Well, enjoy your time here." She hurried her children along, the younger one still trying to look back at them.

"How strange…" Beerus said.

"It would appear we're not forgotten yet," Whis said.

"Excuse me." An older person motioned for them to move out of the way of the doorway they'd been obstructing.

"He didn't look at us twice," Beerus said as the man walked past them into the shop. He was clearly a court official – some things were still the same by the looks of things.

"Were you looking for an invite to the palace?"

"No, not at all. In fact, I'm glad he didn't stop us."

"Well, my lord, I do believe we have ascended to the next level of godhood."

Beerus cocked a brow. "I didn't know there was such a thing."

"We have become legends on this planet, hence why that child recognised us, but did not believe it to be us. His mother thought that perhaps we were part of something – maybe they have some kind of celebration of the gods that we are included in? I'm sure there will be a few believers out there still."

"Oh, that's fun," Beerus said with a smirk. "I could really stir things up if I wanted, eh? Find a few believers, perform some, uh… I don't think destroyers should be performing miracles, but you get my point. Make the legends real again."

"If you wish, but perhaps you'd like to locate this fish first."

"Oh yeah – the fish!" Beerus looked around, trying to gain his bearings. His dream had been very much based on the Hachu he knew millennia ago, and that fact was quickly making him think his dream was nothing more than a dream. "But yeah, remind me to come and toy with the locals sometime in the near future."

Whis wasn't sure he wanted to set Beerus on that path, but he nodded in agreement anyway.

A lot of wandering ensued. Beerus clearly had no idea where he was going, but Whis was more than happy to follow until the destroyer got tired or bored. It was refreshing to walk around a planet he'd not been to for so long – he had specifically avoided coming to Planet Hachu alone due to his recognisability.

"There!" Beerus pointed ahead at a glowing sign shaped like a fish.

Whis had his doubts, believing it was just a coincidence they'd finally stumbled across a place with a fish-shaped sign, but he didn't voice them. He was getting a little hungry now, so anywhere would do, especially after walking past so many good-smelling restaurants.

"So, are any of these fish worth taking home?" Whis asked once they'd sampled every species the restaurant had to offer.

Beerus sat there with a frown. "No."

"Was it just a dream then?"

A shrug was his answer. "In the dream I don't think I ate any fish."

"So it might just be a nice fish to look at?" There were a few choice specimens Beerus had taken home due to their size or interesting patterns.

Another shrug. "I don't know. It was a blue fish. I think."

Whis sighed. "Do you remember anything about this dream?"

"Yeah! There was a fish on this planet and I took it home."

"Very helpful."

"Actually, you know what, you weren't there." Beerus stood up and left without another word.

As soon as he was outside he wanted to go back and fetch Whis. It seemed a bit rude to just leave his angel like that, but he was so sure he was going to find this fish somehow, and Whis didn't seem to be helping his thought process. Just having the other watching him was making him feel pressured to deliver on this dream's contents.

The fish… Someone sold it to him. He didn't find it out in the wild. So he figured he should stick to the city, maybe the markets – he needed to be near people. There was a row of stalls in the distance, and he headed towards them, memories of a time long past coming back to him. Once upon a time he would have been thrilled to see so many people around a stall – all a distraction for him to slip something into a pocket. Now he wished the place was deserted so he could find what he was looking for with ease.

People were pushing and shoving as they tried to get closer to the stalls, and Beerus was itching to shove someone himself, but he refrained, trying not to make a scene. He almost snapped when someone walked straight into him and began to pull at his arm, thinking they were trying to steal one of his gold cuffs, but he heard them whispering, "My lord, come this way."

Perhaps now it was time to have fun with the locals? He followed obediently, wondering what kind of person had recognised him. The fellow in front of him wasn't nearly as short as he first thought – he had been stooped over as he ran through the crowd, but now standing at full-height he was slightly taller than Beerus.

"How do you know who I am?" Beerus asked.

"You mistake me," the man said, his voice raspy and hoarse. "I do not know you."

"Then why did you call -?" Before Beerus could finish, he was distracted by the man opening his cloak and taking out a fish sitting in a bowl. "THE FISH!" This was it! The fish from his dreams! The blue fish!

"THE CAT!" the small fish yelled back.

Beerus looked offended and his expression hardened. "I dreamt about you. Supposedly I want to take you home with me, but I can't see why that would be if the first thing you do is call me a cat."

The fish shrugged. "Well your first greeting to me was 'the fish,' so I thought I'd do the same for you."

Beerus couldn't help but be surprised that the fish talked back. Its tone of voice when calling him a cat made it sound childish, almost reminding him of Grand Zeno. "So…"

"You're going to buy me," the fish said.

"And why would I do that?" Beerus asked. "I've met bigger talking fish than you, and they were able to walk on two legs."

"This fish doesn't just talk!" the man said. "This is an oracle fish! A prophet – a seer! She can see into your future and tell you what will happen before it does!"

"I know what a seer is," Beerus said. He was scrutinising the fish now, wondering how true this claim could be for a fish that looked rather small and pathetic.

"Only ten are born in 500 years! And you are the lucky chosen one, should you choose to accept this oracle fish."

"And how much will that set me back?"

"One million strings."

Beerus had no idea how much that was, but surely a million of any currency was a lot. "Sounds expensive. How do I know this fish is the real deal? Predict me something."

"You'll need to poop in 6 hours and 12 minutes."

Beerus was about to tell Whis to set a timer, but Whis was nowhere to be seen. "That's a bit of a shit prediction."

"I can give you something further in the future, but my master isn't going to wait years to sell me."

That was a fair point, and one he hadn't considered now he lived outside of time. "Tell me anyway."

"You'll become a god."

Beerus looked disappointed. "I'm already a god."

"You'll be worshipped."

"Well, I'd hope a few places still do." It had been a while since he'd flaunted his godhood with the locals and made a name for himself.

"How about… You'll fall in love."

"Already there. Either you're predicting in the past, or this is a generic prediction you could apply to anyone."

The fish looked around. "Say, where is he? The blue man you're supposed to be with?"

"I don't know."

"He'll be here soon," the fish answered her own question. "You will buy me. I've seen it. I'll live on your planet with the giant tree and you'll even give me freedom of movement."

Beerus tapped his chin in thought. Perhaps this fish was the real deal – how else did it know about Whis and what his planet looked like? No one apart from other gods ever visited. He looked up at the man trying to sell the fish. Was he a destroyer from another universe? He sure didn't look the part.

"So, why did you pick me to be sold to?"

"Because you'll pay the full amount to my master."

"Aren't there other people who'll do that?" Beerus asked.

"Yes, but you'll do it the quickest, and I'll be well kept by you. If I foresaw a bad life with you as my new master then I wouldn't suggest this, would I?"

How much did this fish know? Did it have its own agenda he should be worried about? "And how long do oracle fish live?"

"About a century," the man supplied.

"A million strings for a century of service?" Beerus pondered.

"Possibly something you could pass on to your children?" he suggested.

The idea of having children made Beerus baulk; the absurdity he wouldn't outlast the fish came after. "I'd like the fish to last longer."

"Oh, I will," she assured him. "I think you'll find it hard to get rid of me. Oh – he's here!"

Beerus looked around, but saw no one. "Whis?"

The angel stepped out of the shadows. "I see you've found a fish."

"Yeah, he wants a million strings for it."

"Do you want the fish?" Whis asked.

He did. But for some reason he felt reluctant to say yes. The whole idea of an all-seeing fish was utterly ridiculous, and yet it was not the strangest thing he'd seen in his lifetime. It seemed too easy to say yes and have such a useful creature about. Surely there was a catch? Maybe it really would die in a century and that would be that. Was there a rule about having a fish like this?

"Am I allowed an oracle fish?"

Whis looked at the fish again. "I don't see why not. Although I am disappointed this isn't for eating."

"So you know about this kind of fish?"

"Yes, it was actually with an emperor on this planet many moons ago that I first encountered one."

"So it's the real deal?"

Whis nodded. "Yes, I'm sure it can predict something for you if you don't believe it."

"Already done that. Buy it and remind me to ask you something in six hours."

Ooo

The oracle fish sat in her bowl on the table, happily eating the crispy flakes Whis had provided, while Beerus stared at her.

"So, you can predict things happening soon," Beerus noted, referring to the fact she'd very accurately predicted his next toilet visit. "But how far into the future can you go?"

She shrugged. "When I said you'd fall in love, I meant in a few thousand years, so that's a pretty long time, right?"

"I'm a few million years old by now, you know, so really that's not long at all."

The fish blinked in surprise. "Well… I don't think I can make predictions on quite that scale."

"But anyway, while Whis is out of the room, tell me about this falling in love I'm supposed to be doing."

"Oh, well, you fall in love."

Beerus frowned. "Is that it? You can't tell me anything else?"

"What else is there to say?"

"Who do I fall in love with? Is Whis going to be sad?"

She scrunched up her face as she tried to make out more details. "Looking that far ahead is hard! It's someone important, probably – supreme someone or other."

Beerus's ears perked up. "Supreme? Are you sure that's the word?"

"Uh, yeah?"

"Not grand? Or majesty? Or some other title like emperor or queen?"

The fish shrank back from the imposing figure leering over her. "I don't know! I'm seeing the word supreme, okay?"

Beerus sat back, hand on his chin. "Interesting. So, I work with a few people – five of them, to be exact. Is one of them going to change any time soon?"

"Uhh… Give me a minute!" she begged. "It's really hard for me to predict things not directly related to you."

"Oh… Just me?"

"No, I need to meet people. That's how seers generally work. So asking me to predict things about people I've never met is hard. But if they're indirectly related to you, maybe I can…"

Beerus tapped his nails on the table while he waited, but stopped when he realised he might be distracting the seer.

"No, I don't know," she said eventually. "I can't say for certain without more information."

"Okay, how about if I asked if I've already met this person I'm meant to fall in love with?"

"No."

Beerus nodded. "And how will Whis react?"

"I can't be that specific. We oracle fish predict events, not emotions. But Whis will never leave you, so does that help you predict how things will go?"

He didn't know if he liked having an oracle fish. How useful was it going to be if it was predicting things he didn't want to hear? "What if I decide not to fall in love and nullify your prediction?"

The seer saw the seriousness in his eyes, but couldn't help but laugh. She immediately shut up when his grimace revealed those sharp teeth. "Sorry. People can't help who they fall in love with, and I've been told that when a prediction like that is made, the person can't change it."

"If I don't go out or accept any visitors closer to the prediction time, then how can it come true?"

"But you have to go out! Your job requires it, right?"

Beerus huffed. "But I don't have to see anyone when I do it." And if it really was a kai she was predicting he would fall for, then all he had to do was zone out at the coordination meetings as he usually did.

Whis reappeared, a bowl on top of a handle in his hand. Beerus looked at it, wondering where on this planet he'd found that, and what its original purpose was. He watched as Whis sat down and set the strange item on the table, finding it hovered just above the surface of the marble. How did it do that? Had he been there when Whis had picked this thing up?

The fish seemed to have taken a liking to Whis – probably because he was the provider of food – and she spoke amicably with him. He was asking about the water she lived in, how often it should be changed, what kinds of food she ate. Then he helped her into this new bowl which gave her freedom of movement.

"Wait, you predicted this earlier!"

She smiled. "Yep! Now I can come when you call."

"Well, I thought it a bit lonely to leave you in a stationary bowl somewhere," Whis said. "And I couldn't exactly put you in the aquarium with the other fish – they're not as smart as you, and I was worried you'd accidentally be eaten."

Beerus was racking his brain for the other thing she said earlier that stood out for him. "Oh! You said… I wouldn't be able to get rid of you or something. As if you'd live as long as me. How's that going to happen?"

"You're going to ask for my longevity."

A simple answer, but the first thing that came to mind was him standing in front of Grand Zeno, asking him to make this fish immortal. And that was something he certainly wasn't going to do. "And how am I going to do that?"

"You'll ask a dragon."

A dragon? He'd met a few dragons in his time, but none of them were in any position to give a gift like that. "Any more details on that?"

The fish shrugged. "I'm not a guidebook on how to make prophecies come true. But the split is five-two for the things you need to get for the dragon to grant your wish."

Beerus looked even more confused. What kind of crazy quest was this fish trying to send him on? "You're making less and less sense." He went to shoot Whis a look, but found the angel was happily nodding along with what the seer was saying. "Whis… What do you know?"

"I think you're old enough to know now," Whis said. "There exists in the universes a set of wish-granting balls – generally known as dragon balls due to the dragon that grants the wishes. It would appear the Seer is referring to the Super Dragon Balls, which are split between Universes 6 and 7. I can't see what else the split would refer to."

"Wish-granting? Can I ask for anything?"

"Pretty much. There are very few things I doubt the dragon would be unable to grant."

Beerus hummed. "Could I ask for my home planet to be restored?"

"I'm sure that'd be a simple wish," Whis said. "I didn't think you'd want that though."

"I don't, but…" Beerus looked around before asking in a low voice, "Could I dethrone Grand Zeno?"

Whis raised his brows. "A dangerous thought. I wouldn't like to guess if the dragon could do that. Grand Zeno is quite aware of these balls, and I'm sure the thought has occurred to him."

"Really?" Beerus said distractedly. "I didn't think our wonderful ruler thought much about anything. But I'm going to shut up now because talking about him makes me sweat even if he's not here. I get this feeling like someone's standing right behind me recording everything I say." He looked around for good measure. "So, I'll go get these balls and wish for you to stick around forever. Sounds like a plan."

"An adventure!" Whis clapped his hands. "It's been a while since we did anything so fun!"

"Sounds exhausting. Say, do you need to sleep?" he asked the Seer.

"Yep."

"Just checking. This one here doesn't." He motioned to Whis. "Anyway, now you're able to come for a stroll, why don't you come and tell me more about my future."

Ooo

"And pray tell, little Miss Seer, what will happen today?" Beerus asked over breakfast.

Whis sighed. "You've got to stop using her for this. One day you'll end up unable to do anything without her telling you to."

"It's just a bit of fun, Whis, and it's not like she tells me everything."

"Today…" the Seer hummed. "Nothing exciting."

"Really?" Whis asked, surprised. "I thought we'd find the last Super Dragon Ball today and that would be exciting."

"About that…" Beerus said. "I'm tired of travelling, so I was going to ask for a day of rest. And as the Seer says, nothing exciting will happen today."

"I suppose I could still go and find the last ball, and ask for the wish. In that way I could exclude you from the excitement – I am very much looking forward to seeing the dragon."

"No, I want to see it too! You're going to stay here with me." Beerus got up and moved to sit in Whis's lap. "You're tired too, right? All this universe-hopping we've been doing."

"The prize at the end of this keeps me going."

"Okay, Seer, will Whis do anything exciting today?"

"You two will spend the whole day together."

"Ta-da!" Beerus grinned and picked up a piece of toast, tearing off a bit to feed to Whis. "But I bet she's not going to tell us what we'll be doing."

"Why, of course she would tell you that you'll be sleeping and I'll be relaxing. What else could you possibly be planning when you're too tired to travel?"

Beerus pouted. "I said I'm tired of travelling."

"Shall we train then?"

"Whiiis~" Beerus groaned.

"Fine, but I want a massage first."