A/N: Hello everyone, PsychoJack is back with another exciting chapter of Dragonball Roshi. Last time quite a lot occurred in the last chapter, with Master Roshi trying to fulfill a rather unusual request. Marcarita, the angel of universe 11 has requested that he show her the art of seduction, using her as practice. This has led to quite the development where our favorite Turtle Hermit will now express his skills to the willing participant. At the same time, Goku and Vegeta remain stranded within the deep reaches of space. With the potential fare of the world at stake, as well as the fate of universe 7, Roshi will need to satiate the curiosity of the prideful yet naive angel. What else lies in wait? Only one way to find out on Dragonball Roshi!

-With Whis-

The red garbed angel could be seen walking amidst the city streets, humming to himself as he went about his business to meet up with Vados and Marcarita.

"Hey, Whis! Where are you going?" A voice called out for him. Looking behind him, the angel was able to notice the person he had forgotten he left behind.

A feminine form garbed in a white t-shirt, a red bandanna, jeans, cowgirl boots, and stud earrings approached. Bearing short shoulder-length blue hair and a figure that defied her age was none other than Bulma Briefs. She appeared concerned at the unexpected departure of the angel.

"Weren't you going to try all of those buffets I had signed you and Beerus for? It's not like you to leave so soon." Bulma said, legitimately curious as to Whis' early leave. After all, when it came to eating, Whis and Beerus were never the type to say no. Even compared to gluttons like Goku and Vegeta, their hunger was comparably greater.

"Oh? Well you see, something of note has come up. If you must know, Marcarita of Universe 11 has arrived and I am making my way to meet her. I shouldn't let someone like her wait too long. She may not show much of her true emotions, but she can be impatient at times. Probably a result of being amongst the Pride Troopers of Universe 11."

Bulma widened her eyes a tad. "U-Universe 11? From the tournament that had that Jiren person Vegeta mentioned?"

-Bulma Vision-

A teenage version of Bulma could be seen running for her life. Her bodacious body bounced as she ran, whilst Jiren sprinted towards her from behind. The martian appeared to be foaming at the mouth.

Imaginary Bulma: No! Stay away from me!

Imaginary Jiren: C'mon baby! I got three sets of the good stuff you're craving! All ya gotta do is open wide!

Bulma screeched at the top of her lungs as waterfalls of tears emanated from her eyes.

Imaginary Bulma: But I'm a married womaaaaaaan!

-Bulma Vision End-

Bulma's face turned blue at the thought of Jiren visiting Earth. If the angel of Universe 11 was here then that would suggest that the Universe 11 God of Destruction and his best warriors could also arrive, or at the least be waiting close by.

Whis continued. "Oh, so you know about them then? No doubt Vegeta kept you up to date with the events that occurred there. By the sound of your voice I can guess that you already understand why I would not want to delay my arrival anymore than necessary.

Bulma sweatdropped. 'I hope Goku and Vegeta are nearby in case this is bad news. But just to be sure…I should risk it.'

Bulma stammered as she spoke. "Oh! Well if that's the case, how about I drive you there. You did come a long way after all and I wouldn't want to leave a guest alone."

Whis appeared to place a finger on his chin in thought. "Hmm, you do make a good point. As long as we don't take too long, then I suppose that's okay. If we're driving then we have at least one hour before I predict Madcarita's temperament to rear its ugly head."

Bulma sweatdropped with a deadpan expression. "That's…not actually impatient…if anything I'd say she's being too patient. I mean, a whole hour?"

Whis laughed to himself at Bulma's statement. "I forget how much time mortals can live. It may be odd for you, but among us angels, waiting is always part of the job. Anything could happen in our line of work, so we are usually expected to wait vast amounts of time when the need calls for it. We give an extra hour in the case of any unforeseen distractions during more lenient times. However, after an hour, it's safe to say that's when our natural punctuality finally kicks in and…well, that doesn't bode well for those who happen to make us wait past our chosen limits. Let me tell you, it can get ugly."

Whis was laughing to himself as Bulma picked up the darkened aura surrounding Whis. It would appear that among angels, it was disrespectful to make them wait needlessly. No doubt with their busy schedules, even angels could become irritated with those who deliberately waste what precious free time they have. Translated to these cosmic beings however, and the consequences could be deadly.

'Note to self…never make an angel wait…might as well meet them an hour earlier to get on their good side…' Bulma thought to herself before guiding Whis to a nearby area free of random pedestrians. Some looked at Whis curiously but thought nothing of it. In a world filled with many types of beast men, monstrous creatures and cultures, a tall blue man with a staff wasn't the most odd sight to the populace of West City.

"Are you sure it's not too much trouble Bulma? I don't want to be a bother." Whis insisted, as a courtesy to his host to many of the eateries that have brought pleasure to his taste buds.

Bulma sent him a closed eye smile as they made it to the clearing, free from any onlookers. "It would be my pleasure, let me just get the car and we'll be ready to go."

'I'll send a message to Vegeta while in the car. He and Goku cannot miss this. Angel or no, the last thing we need is a big battle right on our home turf! You'd think the tournament would be the end of this whole universe nonsense…'

Bulma was mildly anxious as she pulled out her car capsule. She sighed as she readied her toss.

'It's a good thing Whis is a little lazy at times, otherwise I wouldn't be able to warn Vegeta and Goku ahead of time.'

As she tossed the capsule towards the ground, a white painted hovercar with yellow fins appeared in a plume of smoke.

Stepping inside Bulma immediately said. "Let me just input the coordinates and then we're off!"

CLICK

With an easy push of a button, the small green screen in front of Bulma displayed in bold yellow font. 'SENDING BEACON'

Letting out a faint relieved sigh, Bulma turned to Whis. "Oh, silly me, you haven't told me where exactly we are going?"

Whis, with his ever present small smile, answered. "Oh yes, my mistake. We're heading back to Master Roshi's residence. Both Marcarita and Vados are there for the moment. Without Beerus and Champa in attendance, I should at least meet up to bring them back for this unexpected meeting.

Bulma, with her head turned away from Whis, widened her eyes. "H-huh? T-two angels?! At Master Roshi's? And what exactly happened to Beerus and Champa?"

Whis closed his eyes as he relaxed into his seat. "Well you see, those two were making a rather big ruckus, so me and Vados sent them away to let their frustrations out. They're like children, and sometimes a firm hand is necessary. Plus I wouldn't want the Earth to be needlessly destroyed on their account. It was only possible to do so thanks to Vegeta and Goku."

Bulma clicked on the screen of her hovercar, inputting the location of her husband thanks to a beacon she placed on a capsule pouch she stuck to his uniform.

Her eyes widened when the signal led to space itself. She looked upwards into the sky with a fidgeting facial expression.

'What the heck is Vegeta doing in space?!'

"Whis…where is Vegeta and Goku?"

Whis had a mild sweatdrop on the top of his head as the angel guiltily looked away. With his free hand he gently scratched the side of his left cheek. "Now that you've mentioned it…due to how sudden the plan was, me and Vados had sent them as well. That was before Macarita showed up of course. Now I wish we had thought things through a bit more…I suppose a sorry would suffice, right?"

Bulma nearly crashed the hover car in at a nearby rock due to how stunned her body was.

'G-Goku and Vegeta are stuck in space?! If that's the case, we're as good as dead!'

Whis smiled with a placating hand gesture, trying to console the clearly bothered Bulma. Even he knew how crazy this sounded to the now fearful bluenette, and the fact that neither Goku or Vegeta were on Earth did not bode well should things go awry. "There's no need to fret. Both Vados and Marcarita are currently in the company of Master Roshi, so I'm sure everything will be fine. He's certainly been a decent host for the two of us before I left."

Bulma had stopped steering the hover car properly. Her heart nearly stopped in place at the mention of that perverted old man. Knowing him as well as she did, there was no doubt that Master Roshi would lose control and pounce Vados, least of all Marcarita. Either well would spell doom for the whole planet, perhaps all of Universe 7 if the angels were to be angered to such an extent.

Whis prodded her side, an unsure facial expression was on his face. "Um, Bulma, there's a rocky cliff nearby…mind turning?"

'Master Roshi…alone…with an angel…no…two angels?'

"Bulma? Now would be the right time to turn…" Whis suggested.

There was only one possible outcome that she foreseen for the future of Earth.

"WE'RE ALL DEAD!" Bulma squealed loud enough to make Whis startled from the mentally scarred scientist. The car swerved, making Whis grip the car a little tightly. His stomach, currently filled with food, left the angel vulnerable to intense dizzying motions.

"Bulma? Is everything okay? I assure you, there's no need to swerve like that. Even angels are not exempt from motion sickness." The concerned Whis asked, comically roused from his usual calm demeanor.

Bulma was unresponsive.

"Bulma! Please turn the car around!"

If one were to see from afar, they would notice that the daughter of the creator of the Capsules, had crashed her hover car, sending her and the angel careening off the car and over the rocky cliff side.

Bulma could be seen flailing her arms midair as she comically fell. Bulma screamed as she fell. "I'm too young to die!"

"Bulma! It's ill advised to move like this straight after eating! Oh no!" Whis let out whilst turning green in the face, as the immeasurable amount of food he consumed, combined with the intense motions rendered him sick. He and his host fell off the cliff along with the hover car, which tipped and fell along with them off the rocky edge, crashing and denting along its way down.

-Kame House-

Roshi was looking at the face of the Universe 11 angel Marcarita. Her face was that of an eager participant, looking forward to the continuation of the lesson in seduction he had in store for her. Master Roshi, with a steely gaze said.

"You seem rather eager? Is this to your liking so far, my dear?"

Marcarita's blue face tinted red as she thought of the way his tone sounded against her ear. She found it odd to display this subconscious reaction simply from one's words as opposed to actions.

'Such an odd sensation. Earlier whenever the noble sir spoke, my heart rate would pick up. Now, it's as if it's about to break out of my chest. Is this what it is like for a mortal to have a stroke?' Marcartia thought to herself before she simply nodded, answering truthfully.

"Yes, in fact I would like to experience more, noble sir." Margarita said with an enthusiastic pitch. A slight huskiness was in her tone, before the turtle hermit began kissing her again, pressing her against the table.

SMOOCH

The sound of their lips reverbed in the small dining room, as Roshi pressed himself increasingly against the taller pigtailed angel, having his inner flames stoked by her apparent willingness.

"Mmm…" Marcarita let out as she submitted to the kiss of the elder martial artist.

'It's so odd, being put into such a state. Just from pressing his lips against mine. So simple, and even crude. But…it's as if I am becoming drunk. It's…euphoric.' Marcarita thought as her cheeks increasingly flushed from the stimulation.

Vados looked at her sister's face. She commented offhandedly. "Since me and Marcarita have similar faces, was that the same face I had when you made your move on me, Roshi."

The turtle hermit released himself from Marcarita, who was letting out slightly deeper breaths as she reeled in from the intensity of the kiss she shared with the old master.

"Not really. She's actually more expressive, hehe! You have more of an ironclad poker face." Master Roshi chuckled as he started caressing Marcarita's sides, causing her abdominals to clench in response to his hand being pressed against her body.

'My body. It's acting funny from the noble sir's touch. It's much more noticeable to me, practically slipping through my defenses. How strange!' Marcarita analyzed gleefully, with a prevalent interest in her eyes.

Master Roshi kissed her neckline, tickling her as he began the process of slipping her robes off.

"N-noble sir? What are you doing?" Marcarita asked, her eyes slightly widened with his attempt to take off her robes. To Marcarita, it was strange to have someone try to remove her clothing.

Vados pointed to a small page on her pamphlet of sexual acts she was curious about.

"Oh in order to 'seduce' someone, taking one's clothes off is part of the process."

Marcarita looked at the small cut out image of a woman being dragged by a tentacle monster. It appeared to use its many limbs to strip her.

Marcarita blushed before saying. "How unusual. No wonder Caway was covering her body as she retreated. What's this one?"

Marcarita pointed to a small manga snippet of a woman being blindfolded while she was handcuffed to the bed.

Vados turned and blinked twice. "Ohhh. That is the 'sense deprivation' technique. Blocking one's eyes seems to…make one feel better. Hm? I'm not sure how that would work myself, would you like to try?"

Marcarita turned to Master Roshi with a glint in her eye. "So long as it is not too demanding of the noble sir…"

Master Roshi smirked as Vados and Marcarita's dialogue was pushing this to a rather interesting direction.

'Vados, you are the best wing woman ever. As for Marcarita, I wonder…does this one have a fetish for bondage?'

"Oh yes! I think you would love this…er…technique!" Master Roshi grinned. With Vados having fixed his teeth earlier, he sent Marcarita a full pearly white grin. His lecherous nature was being ignited with this development.

Vados swerved her staff to conjure a black blindfold on her sister, while Master Roshi slipped off her robes. First came off her black robe top, which was actually quite flexible, and stretchy. It was easily removable.

'These are some fine silks…' Master Rishi noted offhandedly.

The next came her purple puffy sleeved robes, which were strapped by a single zipper on her back.

ZIP

With a slow buildup, the robe slipped off, displaying Marcarita's body underneath. Much like Vados, Marcarita possessed a flawless physique, toned and yet succulent. Not a single imperfection was on her body. The difference between them was that as a result of Marcarita being shorter than her sister, there was more definition in her thighs and lower abdominals. Her breasts, though smaller, were still plump and prominent enough for Master Roshi to enjoy.

"It's rather chilly…" Marcarita said offhandedly, as her blue body was exposed, plastered onto the dining table with her blindfold in place. She was instinctively covering her breasts with her hand due to the chills that teased her torso.

'Oh yes! I hit the motherload! A kinky pigtail with a need for bondage!' Thought the hermit, before he started kissing the side of her neck. Marcarita gasped.

"Noble sir! Hah! These sensations…feel much stronger!" Marcarita commented, while Master Roshi nipped along her collar, making Marcarita hiss in pleasure as his teeth gently teased her skin.

"*Hiss* oh…"

Vados blushed while looking at her sister's reactions. 'Using one's teeth to send pleasure? It's loads different than when he and I had our lesson. It must feel completely new!'

"R-Roshi! Oh!" Marcarita moaned pleasurably as he continued. He used his fingers to prod and slip into the pigtailed angels' folds, causing her breathing to hitch as his calloused fingers explored her. Master Roshi suckled her left teet, whilst his other hand pinched and poked her nipples.

"Ah! Noble sir! Your seduction is…making me dizzy!" Marcarita gasped while Roshi continued.

'Unlike Vados, she responds to more aggressive movements. She's a clear contrast to her sister. With her constant submissive 'noble sir' comment, I had an inkling that she would seek a more forceful approach. Looks like I was right!' Master Roshi said.

Marcarita used her left hand to pull Master Roshi's head to pull him deeper into her breasts, her body seeking something or someone to hold onto since her eyes were blocked. Her moans and hisses grew as he continued, emboldened by her pleasured squeals.

'My body is practically rippling like a pond. Without my eyesight, all my senses are honed in on his touch. It's almost like meditation, but it feels much more intense and invigorating. How is this possible?'

"Oh noble sir! Hah!" Marcarita moaned as Master Roshi slipped his fingers out from her folds, drenched in her wetness.

"W-wait! Why did you stop?" Marcarita whined, noticing the loss of the pleasure brought on by his fingers.

"Don't worry, I got something even better than these little fingers." Master Roshi said with a husky tone, making Marcarita place her trust in the hermit.

"Oh my! How dextrous!" Vados could be heard next to Marcarita, making her curious as to what was going on.

That was when she felt her legs being pulled upwards, resting atop of something sturdy, thick, and smooth. Her buttocks were raised upwards, about a few inches off the table, making her arch her back against the table. Marcarita reached out and found her hands holding onto the thighs of master Roshi as he inserted his bulbous mortal length into her immortal folds.

Marcarita let out a silent moan, her mouth opened while her brow scrunched beneath her blindfold.

Master Roshi grinned as he positioned Marcarita in a tabletop position, with her toned ocean colored legs resting on his muscular shoulders. His energy made his muscles bulge slightly. He wanted to conserve his energy in case Marcarita made any demands that would require his vast reserves. Her buttocks were planted against his crotch as he entered the angel of Universe 11.

Vados found herself blushing at the treatment of her sister. The position was unusual and flexible, however it didn't seem to dampen the experience that Marcarita was enduring. This was the most she had seen from Marcarita, seeing the usually smirking sister being put into such a heaving state made Vados impressed with Roshi's efforts. For a mortal man to make an angel squeal was uncanny. A practically impossible feat, yet he made it look so easy.

Vados felt her body moisten from below. An instinctual sign of arousal of the feminine form. 'Oh my! I feel like I soiled myself. Almost like a toddler! It's as if I drank gallons of punch!'

Sounds of skin slapping against each other filled the kitchen as Master Roshi grunted against Marcarita. Her apple shaped buttocks rippled with each impassioned thrust of the elder pervert. In an attempt to keep him from slipping away, Marcarita held his thighs with her hands, grinding back against him. Even despite her naivety, she possessed enough stamina to maintain perfect balance, as well as core strength to provide a surprising amount of strength with her reciprocating thrusts. It was a testament to her strength as an angel required to serve a God of Destruction.

"Ghk! Noble sir! Oh noble sir! Seduction is so…exhilarating!" Marcarita complimented, her constant moans egged him on as he increased the pace. She increased her own pace in tandem. Her submissive demeanor made Marcarita a rather willing partner in sex as she was in her duties as an angel.

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

"Ah! Hah!" Marcarita heaved as their thrusts began rapidly growing. They unintentionally began pouring ki into their thrusts, causing the room to ripple in place. Small portraits and pictures began tipping over as their bodies thrashed against each other. Vados gulped as she witnessed the growing intensity.

"Oh dear, at the rate this is going he might need a new house…" Vafos said with a purple blush staining her face. She was rather impressed with the aggressive pacing that Master Roshi dished out. It was like watching a fight, except this brought on mutual pleasure.

'I think I'm going to need another round myself…' Vados said while looking at her pamphlet, to ger sister, seeing the similar reactions of her sibling in comparison to the manga snippets she collected.

"Noble sir! Hah! Master Roshi! I think something's happening. Like I'll drift into the netherworld. Is this strange?"

Master Roshi was about to burst. He felt the need to explode within the womb of the angel.

That's when his own thoughts of rationality intruded on his mind.

'Hold your horses you old coot! She may like it a bit rough, but you don't know if she wants to get messy as well! What if she wants me to finish outside?!'

-Roshi Vision-

Marcarita could be seen slipping her blindfold off, gasping for breath. Her face was cutely flushed as she recovered from the tryst. Her body sweaty and twitching as she recovered.

Imaginary Marcarita: "Oh noble sir…that was excruciatingly…"

Then her face darkened.

Imaginary Marcarita: " DISGUSTING! How dare you release that sticky stuff inside me, you damn dirty ape!"

Roshi was sweating, butt naked as he pleaded to the angered angel.

Roshi: Oh uh sorry! It just happened, no need to fret! A morning after pill will do just the trick!"

Marcarita and Vados looked at him angrily as they snapped their fingers. The smallest of finger flicks summoned a large meteor that careenes straight towards his position.

Imaginary Marcarita: "Go away, just like the dinosaurs!"

Roshi: "Wait! We still got those, but still, please stop! STOP!"

KABOOM

The meteor detonated in supercharged fire upon contact with the martial arts master. His skeleton could be seen silhouetted by the intense cosmic level heat.

-Roshi Vision End-

'Just in case, I might as well pull out! I'll use my mouth to make her finish.' Master Rishi shifted his hips in an attempt to break free from the pigtailed angels' embrace.

However, he noticed that Matricaria clenched her thighs tightly against his. A focused furrowing of her eyebrows could be seen despite her blindfold covering her eyes.

"N-Noble sir! I believe you almost slipped out! Apologies for getting out of position." Marcarita said as her breath hitched in her throat, a clear sign of her own impending eruption. Her hands gripped his table, her fingers digging into the wooden surface, crackling the wood into splinters as she reached nirvana.

Vados nodded, pointing to a snippet on her pamphlet of sexual kinks she collaged. "Oh yes! It would be a shame for you to miss the 'creampie' segment of seduction. Feel free to fire away Master." Vados said with a teasing smile.

Marcarita let out in ragged breaths "Oh really? It would be a waste to stop now!"

Master Roshi clenched his eyes tightly. 'These angels…they'll be the death of me! But so be it! If you want it all here it comes! Just don't kill me later!'

The great turtle hermit, with one final thrust, planted his hips tightly against Marcarita's, burying his length into her warmth as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure.

Marcarita, having reached her own limit, finally flicked her head back as she orgasmed. Her pigtails defied gravity as she moaned loudly.

"Roshi…Ah!"

(A/n: Que *White Noise* Sound effect.)

As the angel of Universe 11 came, her voice reached supersonic pitches, causing the windows of the Kame House to crackle and shatter in explosive bursts.

RUMBLE

CRACKLE

SHATTER

Master Roshi and Marcarita paused as they slumped against the table. Master Roshi sagged against the breasts of the blindfolded Marcarita who let out ragged gasps for air as he rested against her. Marcarita's body was marred with sweat, her purple lips parted as she attempted to regain her constitution.

Vados giggled to herself, jotting down a note for herself. 'Note to self: try that same position…and fix the table.'

"How was it Marcarita? Was the seduction to your liking?" Vados asked without a care, lacking any inhibition about such shameless questions.

Marcarita, gently slipping the blindfold off of her person, gently opened her eyes. "Y-yes…in fact, it far exceeded all expectations. I now wonder why Caway retreated as she did…even for an angel…I thought I was a goner."

Marcarita looked down towards Roshi. She gently graced the top of his head with a small smooch.

"Thank you noble sir. That was rather exquisite." Marcarita complimented with a tone of endearment, instinctively pulling him closer against her person with her right hand in an affectionate embrace. The reason for this subconscious actions was yet unknown to her, but it gave her comfort. Something only food normally did.

As for Master Roshi however, the eyes of the turtle hermit were spinning as a result of the supersonic scream the Universe 11 bellowed during her euphoric release.

"Y-yeah…s-sure…." He groaned, as his ears nearly popped with the power of the angels' powerful lungs. He had nearly become deaf from her vocals alone.

'It was still worth it. Let it never be said that angels are prudes…in fact…I'd say they are the most passionate beings in the universe…'

Margarita smiled as she nuzzled the top of his head, as if she had dined on the most delicious of meals that she never knows until this moment. "Mmm…" she let out as her thighs wrapped around his waist, pulling him in.

"Oh sister, you should have told me about this technique long ago!" Marcarita said with a purple blush.

Vados blushed as well. "Trust me, I only discovered this only recently. Had I known I would have been tempted to keep it to myself."

Marcarita let out a small laugh in her chest. "It's a good thing that wasn't the case. How shameless of me! Noble sir is rather passionate."

Master Roshi felt a small prodding sensation on his head. Looking upwards he saw Vados using her staff on his head. The pain in his ears had stopped. In fact, it felt like his ears could pick up things his age deprived him of. He could hear crystal clear. As was his vision.

'I don't think she noticed but this girl just fixed what age dissolved…' He noticed, before his fatigue dissipated. His reserves were restored with Vados' staff.

She winked at him, and showed an image on the pamphlet.

It displayed a maid outfit and a sexy secretary.

"Since you have worked so hard in keeping up with the two of us, might we try this next, Master Roshi. Ho! Ho! Ho! How dastardly of me!" Vados said with a mildly guilty expression.

Marcarita looked at the pamphlet herself. "Oh? This seems interesting. Shall we Master Noble sir?"

Vados pulled her staff along with Marcarita.

"I do look forward to this one."

Master Roshi lent them a wide lecherous grin.

"What are we waiting for?! Let's play dress up! Whoo hoo!" He said with steam blowing from his nostrils. The old man felt his years of inactivity melt with these two insatiable angels.

-Elsewhere: Outer Space-

"Beerus! What are you doing?!" Goku panicked as he dodged a ki blast that was sent right next to him, fizzling into nothingness upon contact with Whis' bubble cage.

"What do you think you fool! I'm trying to get back to Earth. I didn't come all the way to your planet just so I could go home with my tail in between my legs, deprived of all that is holy in this universe!" Beerus roared before firing another ki blast.

"I get that you're hungry! But if you pop this bubble, you'll kill us both!" Goku said before another ki blast flew past him, nearly striking him right between the eyes.

"Gah! Will you watch it!"

Goku sweatdropped as he stared at the small stray bits of ash that spilled onto a pile near him…along with the rest.

"I'm a God of Destruction! The deep reaches of space doesn't scare me, not one bit. Someone of my title has earned a day off to enjoy some of life's basic pleasantries. And I refuse to be denied that without a fight!" Berrus bellowed tearfully as he shot a large purple beam towards the surface of the bubble.

BOING

This resulted in the beam literally bouncing off the bubble, sending it back to its original source. Beerus was immediately struck by the beam, blocking it with his forearms.

Beerus grunted in mild irritation at his own energy beam striking him. His feline teeth gritted, bearing his sharp canines. His yellow eyes were narrowed as a display of his growing frustration. A grumble could be heard from him.

Goku sighed from both relief and disappointment. The bubble was designed in a manner that made escape an almost impossible feat for the Saiyan and God alike. The hero of Earth knew now that though he himself wished to escape, he would be unable to do so easily.

'Whis really made this bubble too strong. Punching it doesn't work…and ki blasts seem to fizzle out or get sent back to you…maybe Beerus will calm down now that he knows this.'

"If this is how it's gonna be…then so be it! To hell with it, I'll risk it!" Beerus said, extending his left hand towards the bubble that trapped him in this torturous, foodless prison. He would not waste time any further.

His body began emanating an almighty indigo colored aura. His yellow eyes narrowed with a gaze not of a friend, or a fighter, but of a God bringing judgment in the form of one move.

(A/n: *Que Dragon Ball Super OST "Beerus Madness/ Hakai"*)

Goku widened his eyes as he noticed the gathering energy ball that emanated from the pointer and middle fingers of Beerus on his left hand. It was about the size of a baseball, a small and unassuming size of perhaps Beerus' greatest technique. With rings that overlapped one another, like the formation of atoms, a glare surged through the epicenter of the unblockable, god leveled technique.

It was known as Hakai. A move meant for the destruction of anything it touches. Whether alive, or dead, this one technique would bring devastation to all that touched.

"Beerus?! Are you seriously using that?!" Goku said with a shocked expression.

"Whatever it takes…I will get to the Hercule Ham Challenge! For this, if this stupid cage will not budge then I'm vaporizing it from all of existence…" Beerus said with a seething tone.

'He's dead serious about this?!' Goku thought with dread filling his being.

"If you use that move, you might destroy the nearby planets, and everyone in them!" Goku explained, trying to reach whatever sanity remained in Beerus' starving state.

"So? What's a few billion compared to the zillions I'm tasked with watching over." Beerus said point blank, not even caring the smallest bit. This made Goku desperate, waving his arms to desperately plea to the irate God of Destruction.

"You could run the risk of destroying the universe!" Goku pleaded, extending his hands in a placating manner.

"Before creation comes destruction. I'll just be doing my job all at once! A new one will be reborn from the ashes, it'll only take a few hundred millennia, but that's risk I'm willing to take." Beerus justified as his Hakai began slowly sizzling as he was readying to fire it.

"Wait! But you'll kill me with it! Wasn't the whole point of training me to be a God if you just wind up killing me?!" Goku said with an insistent tone. The last thing he wanted was to find himself killed because of Beerus' own pettiness.

Beerus paused in place, his temple having a minor sweatdrop on the top of his feline head. He has completely forgotten that despite being strong, Goku himself was still subject to hakai's merciless execution to all in its path.

"B-but…" Beerus said with an almost guilty tone.

"I know! I know! But if you go and use hakai as you are now, you could destroy the universe, meaning no more good food! For practically forever! What will you eat during all that time while a new universe is created?" Goku emphasized with a look of anxiety on his face.

Beerus stood for a few seconds. His eyes were obscured in shadow as he contemplated Goku's words.

The Hakai he had readied fizzled out, as if it was never there in the blink of an eye.

"I just want to eat…" Beerus collapsed frustratingly against the surface of the bubble, having lost the will he had earlier to escape.

Goku let out a deep sigh of relief. By some miracle he had been able to stop Beerus from destroying him and who knows how many innocents in the process.

'Okay…looks like I bought some time. What the heck do I do now?!' The Saiyan thought to himself.

He looked at the deep empty chasm of space.

'Knowing Vegeta, he most likely will be dealing with the same thing. But then again he always knows what to say to Beerus to get on his good side, so all should be fine with Champa.'

-With Vegeta-

"Ah…gck!" Vegeta squeaked as Champa was shamelessly choking him in place.

"You're a real piece of work, do you know that?! First you made me miss my lunch, then you stopped me from busting my way out with Hakai! Damn that charming silver tongue of yours! If it weren't for you, I'd be able to get out with no problem!"

Vegeta tried to plead to Champa past his disoriented vision. "S-sorry lord Champa!"

GRIP

Champa screamed in a fit.

"You're lucky you happen to know your pretty sister with the blue hair, otherwise I'd destroy you! You hear me! Destroy! Not preserve! Vaporize! Demolish! Eviscerate!" Champa bellowed while shaking Vegeta in a tight vice. His large paws crackled with the amount of power he possessed in his grip.

'S-sister?! Bulma? That's the reason he won't use hakai?! Bastard!' Vegeta thought while his face turned comically blue from the strength of Champa's grip.

The plump God of Destruction let him go with a frustrated exhale. "Never mind, I just want to get out here…oh…Vados. If only she were here…" said the frustrated feline. He sat with his hands holding his chubby head as he lazily rested his head against his paws.

Vegeta gasped for breath, nursing his bruised neck.

'I should count my blessings…Champa has no real ties to Earth…unlike Beerus who wants to train me and Kakarot. But what am I going to do? If this keeps up I'll be dead before the day ends…'

Vegeta's eyes widened. "Wait…I do have something to keep him busy. I remember, I have capsules!'

Vegeta immediately checked his outfit, digging the inside of his armor to find a secret pocket he had in case of any emergencies. As a warrior prince he has never contemplated being this desperate, but with this current circumstance, he could shrug his pride enough to not die at the whims of this hungry God.

'Where is it? Where is it?! Aha! Here it is!' Vegeta thought as he pulled out a small box with a few capsules. Some were labeled based on necessities such as housing, water and bed. For this situation however, Vegeta picked out one that said 'refreshments'. This was in case he needed food on the go when training. For this purpose however this will be more than enough.

"Uh…Champa! I do have something that I know will satisfy you." Vegeta said before showing the capsule to the cat god.

"What's this? A jelly bean?" Champa said before opening his mouth, trying to chop the capsule in one go, forcing Vegeta to pull it away from him.

"No, no! Not like that!*Clears throat* Lord Champa, if you'll let me…"

Vegeta clicked the capsule and tossed it. With the resounding puff of purple smoke, a banquet of potted food and snacks appeared.

Champa widened his eyes. His yellow eyes were wide like a child at a playground. "I must be dreaming! It's…it's beautiful!" he said. He clapped his hands against the side of his face.

Vegeta closed his eyes in relief. 'I am a genius! Take that Kakarot! Knowing you, you don't have enough brainpower to carry capsules with you.'

GRIP

Vegeta was pulled into a bone crushing hug, courtesy of Champa who was crying tears of joy.

"Is it Christmas on your planet? Because I feel all the collective joy of the universe right now! I could just kiss you!"

LICK

Vegeta cringed as Champa licked his face with a big slobbering extension of his feline tongue. The unexpected pet-like display of affection made Vegeta covered in saliva. He could feel the thick scale like texture of the tongue scrape against his face with a powerful slithering motion that knocked him off his balance. His eyes clenched in revulsion as the plump God gleefully clapped his back with taps of camaraderie, only for him to unintentionally hurt Vegeta with each 'gentle' clap.

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

'Ow! Ow! Ow! My back!' Vegeta cringed in pain from the dull throbbing pain on his lower back. He was already hunched over, nursing it as Champa left him alone.

"You know what, you're not so bad, spiky! This will more than make up for my original opinion of you. Anyone who shares this much food can't be all bad!" Champa said before taking a big piece of mutton and taking a bite out of it, he appeared to be blissfully taking in the flavors of every bite.

"This bubble trip isn't so bad now that I have some food to pass the time! Hehe! Poor Beerus, he must be eating his own foot by now." Champa said in a mocking tone as he munched on the mutton.

'Me, the prince of all Saiyans, a born and bred warrior, reduced to this embarrassing state, covered in the germs of a damn giant talking cat. This better be worth it…' Thought Vegeta bitterly as he wiped the muck from his face. With a sigh he grabbed his own share of food, some chicken and ribs. He widened his eyes upon seeing the box of the capsules he carried. Looking up close his eyes hones in on the label where it said 'refreshments'. He noticed the expiration date.

'Oh no…' Vegeta mentally noted. It turned out that the actual food contained in the capsule that he had used, was in fact long expired. Specifically it was 5 years out of date.

Twitching his neck to his right, the prince of Saiyans was privy to the sight of the God of Destruction feasting without a care, leaving whole plates of food already emptied as he binged.

"Yummy! The salivating goodness I have long been waiting for! Compliments to the chef! Make sure to grab some for yourself, my spiky friend. Otherwise I might just eat the whole thing! Hehe!" Champa said while devouring a bowl of rice with bits of salmon and sauce mixed in. He appeared to enjoy the food, with hunger being the only possible reason behind him not noticing any odd tastes or smells of the out of date capsule food. The food looked fresh enough, but the after effects will definitely show themselves, even for a God.

Vegeta placed his face into his hands, as he embraced the fact that he had unintentionally poisoned Champa. That and the fact that when Champa's indigestion kicks in, he will be a goner.

"Hey, why the long face spiky? You're not gonna eat that?"

"You can have it…" Vegeta mumbled, knowing he practically made things worse for himself.

'Kakarot…wherever you are…be sure to get the Dragonballs ready…my fate has practically been sealed…' Vegeta thought with no small amount of despair.

GROWL

"Woah. My stomach is rumbling! Must have been more hungry than I thought! Hehehe!"

'I'm doomed…'

-With Bulma-

The blue haired scientist was currently riding her hover car, desperately racing against the clock to prevent the old Master roshi from acting on his perverted tendencies.

VROOM

The hover car left behind entire floods of water as she pumped the technologically advanced vehicle into full gear.

Behind her the angel Whis was padding his lips with a napkin. "I do apologize about the revolting sight of me vomiting. How unfortunate…but considering how much I acted without thinking, I'm sure that is the least of the two evils. I'll be sure to rectify that when we reach Vados."

Bulma came to a screeching halt. The hover car has already stopped at the edge of the waves of the Kame House.

Whis opened his eyes, impressed. "Oh my? Have we already arrived? That's one fast vehicle. Not a drop of ki was used. Technology is rather impressive to say the least."

Bulma jumped off the hover car, ignoring the wet sand that splashed against her feet. As she speed walked towards the entrance of the house she noticed the smashed windows and distended bits of wood.

"Oh no! Don't tell me I'm too late!" Bulma said as she made it for the door. Whis followed behind without seeming to notice anything.

WHOO

He paused in place. The same windy sensation against the back of his neck caressed his skin, sending goosebumps along the caretaker's neck.

"Huh? There it is again…" Whis mumbles to himself before Bulma opened the door with a heated thrust of the handle.

She paused in place, as stiff as a board.

"Bulma? Is everything alright?" Whis said as he walked towards the entrance. As he walked over, he smiled at the blue haired woman. He was at the car, and this had to walk all the way to Bulma's position at the door.

"Is it a surprise meal perhaps? Whatever could have surprises you so…" Whis said as he walked towards his friend.

Bulma, however, had widened eyes like dinner plates.

For you see, Bulma stepped into a rather unusual sight. One where Master Roshi, the legendary Turtle Hermit and perverted old coot, was in the midst of tending to two angels simultaneously. Marcarita, of Universe 11, was currently dressed in a revealing maid outfit, riding Master Roshi against his broken table.

Vados, the angel of Universe 6, was wearing a pair of glasses, a white unbuttoned blouse, with a black skirt that was raised up to wrap around her stomach. Master Roshi ate her out as Vados grinded against his face.

Neither angelic women were aware of the sudden intrusion. Both were too engrossed with their respective desires.

"Oh noble sir! Harder! I mean…this servant is yours to do as you will, my turtle lord!" Margarita moaned as she interlaced the fingers of her left hands with his. Her hands were cuffed to his as she rode the turtle hermit with intensity, seeking her fill.

Vados let out a wanton moan, heaving for breath as she played along with the clearly established roleplay.

"Oh boss! I'd do anything for that raise! Please show me why you're at the top of the executive board!" Vados begged as she felt Master Roshi's fingers and tongue lather up her womb with precise motions.

"Oh MASTER!" Vados and Marcarita moaned loudly as they orgasmed. Master Roshi, whose vision was obscured by the taller women, surged his muscles as he came, making Marcarita's thighs numb as he released a full powered blast in between her legs.

As the two angels sagged against each other, Bulma's eyes rolled up into her head as the wife of Vegeta collapsed and fainted.

THUD

This roused Vados and Marcarita from their moment with Roshi, who looked over at Bulma's unconscious form by the entrance.

"Bulma, are you okay?" Whis could be heard walking near her position.

Master Roshi's eyes widened in response to the fact that he was about to be caught.

'Oh no!' Master Rishi thought aloud.

(Que Dragonball Z narrator) Things are getting rather heated, with Master Roshi having successfully taught the meaning of 'dusting the attic' with Universe 11's angel, Marcarita. At the same time, Bulma had stumbled into Roshi's lesson mid thrust, falling unconscious in the process. With only seconds to spare, how will Roshi be able to cover his mess in time before Whis discovers this unexpected development? Will planet Earth finally meet its end? With Goku and Vegeta nowhere in sight, this doesn't bode well for the rest of the Z fighters and perhaps the rest of Universe 7. Next time, on Dragonball Roshi!