NOTE: My plan after this is to try and release Lord Slug tomorrow. I have something really funny planned for that one, but I might not be able to get it out by tomorrow night. So, if it doesn't happen then, oh well.

Anyway, here's the new chapter!

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Chapter 3: Party Crashers

Several shots echoed against the walls of the gravity chamber as the Prince of all Saiyans avoided the attacks of the training bots. Instead of doing what his wife would prefer, which is actually being present at her birthday party, he was spending his time training inside of the chamber. It wasn't that he had anything against his wife's special day, he had already made her a special breakfast alongside Trunks earlier this morning, but partying with that loud group felt more like a waste of time.

He also couldn't feel his rival's energy present at the party, meaning the idiot was off training just like he was. "There's no way I'm letting him get too far of a leg up against me!" Ever since the battle against Majin Buu, he's been searching for another possible path of power. He could ascend towards Super Saiyan 3, but that form's drawbacks outweighed the power it gave. Thus, he needed something else to push his limits further.

CLICK!

Suddenly, the gravity room's systems shut down, ending his session. Irritation gnawed at his mental fortitude like a piranha. Assuming it was another one of Bulma's secretaries trying to bother him, Vegeta whipped around. "I thought I told you already that I'm busy! I'll come to the damn party later!"

"Yes, beating up a bunch of machines like an angry toddler sure is busy."

"Annoying ass voice." Vegeta met Makima's eyes with his own. "Just when I was having a relatively good day, you show up to ruin it." He noticed that Piccolo and Gohan were also joined at her side.

"Ruining your day was on my list of things to do today." Makima's response made him grumble. She stepped forward with a serious tint in her gaze. He wasn't stupid to not understand what that look meant. "There's something we need to discuss."

"What? Did one of those ancient Devils awaken or something?" Vegeta asked as he stepped towards them, crossing his arms. "Because that would be the perfect gift for Bulma today."

"After what I've just learned from King Kai, I wish that was one of our worries today." Makima said. "I've already filled these two in on the details, and you're the last part of my plan to ensure the Earth doesn't get erased from the universe today."

"What?" Vegeta gasped.

"Have you ever heard of a God of Destruction?"

"So, rich boy, what kind of gifts does your Mom have stashed away?" Nayuta asked as she, the boys, and Marron strolled through the halls of Capsule Corp. "Is it some kind of secret weapon?"

"Or a giant chocolate birthday cake?!" Goten guessed.

"Maybe a huge princess castle?!" Marron took her own shot.

"A castle is one of them, the other two are misses." Trunks' response brought a grumble from the twins and a cheer from Marron. "But the castle is only one of the lower place gifts. The 1st place gift is something even better!"

"If it's the Dragon Balls, I'm going to just assume your Mom ran out of ideas."

"Do you always have to be annoying?" Trunks grumbled.

"Do you always have to be a doofus?" Nayuta fired back. "I already deal with one on a daily basis."

"But Gohan isn't a doofus, Nayuta."

"See what I mean?" She points at her confused brother. Trunks rolls his eyes at her, choosing to not engage in a potential fight with Nayuta today. He was already warned by his parents to not cause too much of a ruckus today or he'll have his video games taken away.

Trunks and the others eventually found the prize room, but they were confused to see that the door was open. "Huh? That's weird, nobody other than our family and staff are meant to access this room."

"Think someone is trying to steal the prizes?" Marron asked, looking a bit worried.

"What do you think they'd want?" Goten asked.

"Probably to steal the Dragon Balls." Nayuta shrugged.

"The number one prize isn't the Dragon Balls!"

"Want to bet on it?!"

"Sure! If they are, I'll let you stylize my hair however you want!" Trunks placed his bet.

"Fine! If they aren't, I'll do whatever you want for a whole day!" Nayuta placed her own.

As they argued, Goten and Marron walked over to the opened door. He stayed in front of her just in case it was anything dangerous. The youngest son of Makima blinked as he scanned through the darkened room to see small figures standing in front of a pedestal. "Woah! There are some funny looking guys in here!"

The three intruders flinch upon hearing his voice, quickly scrambling to hide whatever it was they were looking at. "Crap! We've been found!"

"Emperor Pilaf, what do we do?!" The girl whispered.

"We lie, stupid! What else do you think we're supposed to do!"

"Lying is really bad, Emperor Pilaf." The ninja dog shook his head.

"What are you, some kind of saint?!"

Goten giggled at their comedy act. "Marron, that blue one is really funny!"

"Yeah! He looks like those Oompa Loompas that were in that one movie Daddy showed me!" Marron giggled.

Pilaf's eye twitched after hearing that. "Who the hell are you calling an Oompa Loompa, you stupid brats?!"

"Hey! You're a kid too!" Goten yelled back.

"As if I am!"

"But we are kids, Emperor Pilaf."

"Shut up, Shu!"

The girl pinched the bridge of her nose. "Oh, for the love of…" She grabbed her companions and sprinted towards the door. Goten pulled Marron out of the way, not bothering to stop the trio from escaping. He didn't sense anything harmful from the three, so there was no point. They jumped out of the window, scrambling away from this section of the compound.

Trunks and Nayuta paused their bickering to see the broken window. "Uh, were those the intruders?" Trunks asked.

"Yup." Goten nodded.

"Wanna go follow them to see if we can mess with them?" Nayuta suggested. A unanimous agreement echoed in their little group. Goten picked up Marron and carried her out of the window with the other two close behind.

Emerald-green eyes secretly watched the party from her station, though her attention was mostly kept on the messy blonde hybrid that was partaking in some expensive cuisine alongside his fiancé. "Guh…fiancé…" She grumbled to herself.

"Still watching him, huh?"

"Eep!" A tiny squeak escaped her mouth. She flipped around to see her friend/teammate sitting next to her. A small glare fixed upon her features as she adjusted her posture. "Miri, shouldn't you be back at your position?"

"Yeah, but I got bored." He shrugged. The sword hybrid tugged at his suit's collar, hating how tight it felt. "I wish Mrs. Makima would let me wear my hoodie today. I'd rather that than these boring old uniforms."

"We're at a formal event-"

"Blah, blah, blah! Yeah, we're security but that doesn't mean we don't get to take part in the fun too, Reze." Miri interrupted her. "Like, seriously, how come that drunkard and Kishibe get to hang out down there with all the food while we get stuck on the outskirts?!" He pointed down at the party where a drunk Himeno was bothering Kobeni about something, while the experienced old hunter was drinking at one of those back tables with the tri-clops.

"You remember our orders, Miri. The hybrids are stuck on lookout duty, while the non-devil hunters keep watching on the ground levels. Just to be sure no unwanted Devil guests try to crash the party." Reze explained.

"Oh, so is that why you've been watching Denji for the past hour?"

The bomb-Devil's face erupted in a fierce blush; she slapped his shoulder. "I haven't been watching him for that long! I-I just got curious is all…"

Miri's smile faded. "You know…we're not necessarily ordered to stay away from him anymore. I was literally at his place last week to play Mario Kart. Fyi, Power is a sore loser."

"But-"

"All that crap that happened back when we were in high school isn't important anymore." He scratched his cheek. "Well, it's better to say he holds no grudge over it. The guy was actually surprised to see me again…even forgot my name somehow." Miri grumbled at that last detail.

Reze didn't say anything, her mind flashing back to that 'extermination' incident that happened five years ago, before all that shit with Buu went down. She had been tasked with getting close to Denji, to steal his heart and ensure that the Chainsaw Devil could be permanently killed. But in that small timeframe she had fallen in love with the goofball, but that love wasn't enough to stop her from trying to carry out her duties. The only reason the organization they were previously with failed was because of Gohan and Makima interfering.

She had wanted to patch things up with him. Reze wanted to try their relationship again to make it genuine…but…

Commanding, dominating, and suffocating yellow spirals forced her to her knees. Reze could do nothing as the indomitable presence of Son Makima loomed over her. Never before had she felt so powerless…so helpless…so useless. Fear ruled over her soul like never before.

It was a miracle that the Control Devil allowed her to live and even join her ranks, but only at the cost of never interacting with Denji or Gohan ever again. It was only recently that Makima had decided to ease up on that, most likely due to Gohan finding out she and Miri were still alive.

But even with that rule lifted, she still didn't want to intrude on Denji's life.

"I can't…not after everything that happened. That goofy boy who barely understood the power he held has changed. He's happy, engaged to a beautiful woman, and even helped save the universe from Majin Buu. I have no room in his heart, not after what I did."

"You never know until you try." Miri said.

"Maybe…" Reze muttered, still unsure.

Suddenly, a presence materialized behind them both. The two hybrids turned to see their boss looming over them. Makima didn't look pleased to see them clearly slacking off. "Weird, I don't remember telling you two to take a break yet."

"S-sorry, Mrs. Makima!" Miri jumped to his feet.

"It won't happen again!" Reze followed his lead.

"Good." She dropped the matter. The two could see that there was clearly something weighing on her mind, but they couldn't tell what. "I have some new orders for you two. Your teammates have already been informed of them."

"We can join the party?!"

"No."

Miri slumped slightly.

"There has been a concerning matter brought up to me recently that requires the highest priority. If you see any strange looking individuals or feel some kind of disturbance in your senses, then alert either me, Gohan, Piccolo, or Vegeta, understood?"

"Yes, Mrs. Makima!"

"Good. Now get back to your station, Miri."

"Yes, Ma'am!" Miri exclaimed. He jumped away back towards his spot, leaving the two women alone.

"U-um, Mrs. Makima?"

"Yes?"

"Is this danger some new Devil that we don't know about?" Reze asked.

Makima stared at her for a moment before turning away. She leaped into the air towards the party grounds. "I only wish it was." Her words left the bomb-Devil very confused and worried.

Vegeta sat underneath a palm tree, his mind racing with the recent information given to him. "A God of Destruction? Dammit! Why does that sound so familiar to me?!"

"Vegeta!" Bulma called to him as she walked over. The prince ignored his wife for the moment to keep himself focused for the next threat's arrival. "Finally decided to join your wife's birthday, huh? But why are you still dressed in your armor? Get changed into something comfortable."

"That might as well be comfortable wear for him, Bulma." Yamcha jokes.

"Yeah, it's like Goku not wearing his GI." Puar adds.

Vegeta resisted the urge to punch the ex-bandit in the face.

Bulma tapped her chin. "It could be…or he's just upset that his beautiful wife is getting another year older. Since you Saiyans age at a slower rate, you get to enjoy your youth far more. Makima sure is lucky she doesn't physically age anymore. She and Goku are forever a young-looking power couple."

"Will you shut up already?!" Vegeta yells at her.

"EH?! Who do you think you're yelling at, jackass?!" Bulma shoots back. Seeing as the two were about to get into another one of their shouting matches, the others scurried away. "It's MY party! I can talk as much as I want!"

"Tch…! I don't have time for this!" Vegeta gets up, storming away from his wife and ignoring her shouts.

Makima appeared next to him suddenly, not really a surprise to him at this point. She crossed her arms with an irritated frown. "Have you seen any signs of him yet?"

"No, have you?" Vegeta asked.

"Unfortunately, I haven't a clue of what to even look for. King Kai didn't give me time to properly digest the information before shutting off communication." She gazed over to the guests. "I have my employees keeping an eye out on things, Gohan and Piccolo are going to try and keep our resident idiots from causing a mess just in case."

"And the children?"

"I've kept them within my sights the entire time. Currently, they're messing around with Pilaf's little gang who had sneaked in here to grab the Dragon Balls." Makima explained.

"Who the hell is Pilaf?"

"Nobody important."

"Oh, I wouldn't say that."

TREMBLE!

Saiyan and Devil felt every inch of their bodies freeze at the voice, finding it unrecognizable from the ones they know. The two frantically searched around for the source of the voice. Eventually, Makima's eyes managed to land on the two unknown figures resting underneath an umbrella by the pool.

Beerus wagged his tail as he slurped on a soft drink. "Everyone has some level of importance in this grand universe. Wouldn't you agree, Prince Vegeta?"

Vegeta froze like a deer caught in headlights. "Y-y-you…?!"

"Do you remember me now?" Beerus asked.

Makima whipped to the prince. "You've met them before?" A sense of uneasiness was building inside of her as she got closer to the two. The cat-like creature reeked of death, an amount that not even her older sister could compare to. Then there was the blue one, his mere presence was almost toxic to her soul.

She hated it. She really hated it.

"We do know each other." Beerus answered instead. "Back when he was a young boy on Planet Vegeta." He smiled slightly. "Don't you remember your Father, King Vegeta, kissing my feet on that day?"

"Lord Beerus…the Destroyer and his attendant Whis." Vegeta said after relieving the old memory.

"This is the one who defeated darling in a single minute." Makima frowned. She could tell just by looking at him that if it came down to a battle, not a single one of them stood a chance. It would be the end of the world if they angered Beerus in any way.

Beerus stood up from his seat. "It would seem like you're all having fun here. What's more I smell some delicious food too."

"A-ah, right. Today is my wife's birthday party." Vegeta answered.

"Your wife? Well, I'll have to go pay my respects." Beerus' reply did not sit well with the two at all.

"Lord Beerus." Whis spoke up.

"Ah, right. The point of my visit." Beerus moved faster than the two could perceive. He stood between them, appearing like a phantom. He ignored Makima to focus on Vegeta. "Do you know anything about a Super Saiyan God?"

"Super Saiyan God?" Vegeta repeated.

"You don't know it either, then?"

"Are you sure your premonition wasn't wrong?"

"I'm never wrong!" Beerus exclaimed.

"But you are, quite often even!" Whis laughed, annoying his lord. Before Beerus could give a retort, he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see meet Makima's inquisitive gaze.

"Lord Beerus, yes?"

"That is correct." Beerus responded. He leaned forward, squinting at the patterns of her eyes. "Your eyes, they feel familiar."

"I do share a similar ocular appearance to my sisters, you've already met one of them on King Kai's planet." Makima explains.

"Ah yes! The Death Devil that was with that Saiyan. I'll take it then that you are also one of these Devils, then?"

"...Yes. The Control Devil, but I primarily go by Makima."

"Makima, yes, I'll be sure to remember that. Though, of course, there's a certain air about you that I don't really like. Probably that 'Control' stuff you're tied to. Whatever, not my problem." Beerus' words made her feel small, like an ant moments before getting stepped on. The only other time she's felt like this was when Majin Buu invaded the Lookout, and that was a very unpleasant time for her. "You wanted to ask me something, right?"

"Right. That Saiyan you fought before, Son Goku, what is your opinion on him?" Makima asked. Vegeta was confused about why she would ask something like this before remembering just how obsessed she was with the idiot. That obsession usually beats any form of her common sense.

"Before I answer, why does that matter to you?" Beerus asked.

"He's my husband."

"Really?! Huh, looks like he picked a beautiful woman to marry." Beerus smirked. He didn't think a guy like that would actually be capable of keeping a wife. "In that case, I'll answer."

"Thank you, Lord Beerus."

"Heh. I can already see you have better manners than he does. Of course, that didn't keep him from catching my interest. I'll say, he was far stronger than I initially thought, even after learning he was the one who defeated Freeza. But his power didn't bring me any excitement. He was quite a letdown unfortunately." Beerus lazily answered.

"Really? That's…disappointing." Makima kept herself under control, preventing her anger from exploding at the disrespectful words. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"Yes, now, if that is all… I would like to go greet the birthday girl." Beerus turned to Vegeta. "If you wouldn't mind?"

"Y-yes, Lord Beerus!" Vegeta straightens his back. "I'll take you to my wife right away!" As much as he didn't want him anywhere near Bulma, he didn't have much of a choice.

Makima watches as Vegeta leads the two towards the party. She was trying to brainstorm any sort of plan that didn't end with them getting wiped out of existence. "Darling… I could really use your support right now."

Goku chowed down on the bountiful spread of food provided to him by Lilith's servants. He chomped hard on a piece of meat, squealing at the sweet taste dancing across his tongue. "Oh man! I forgot just how good of a cook your servants are, Lilith!"

"Better than Makima's?" Lilith smirked.

"No." Goku shook his head. "Nobody's a better cook than Makima."

Rolling her eyes, Lilith pushed the dirty plates aside. "Whatever, there are more important matters to discuss. Have you thought of any strategy yet?"

"Strategy?"

"For kicking that Destruction God's ass."

Goku swallowed a bread roll. "Not really. I definitely can't beat him."

"I didn't expect you to give up so easily."

He shook his head. "I'm not giving up. It's just that I don't really know how he fights yet. Not only that, but his power is far out of this world. If I'm gonna win, I'll need to at least see more of how he battles."

Lilith tapped her chin, thinking something over. "So…what you're saying is…the others need to piss him off?"

"Yeah."

"And you think that's just going to happen?"

"Yeah."

"You have no faith they'll be able to avoid pissing him off?"

"Yeah."

"Hmmm…okay, fine, I'm in. It'll be funny watching my little sisters get thrown around by him." Lilith grabbed a nacho chip, dipped it in the gooey cheese, and took a savory bite. "But we'll intervene before he can actually destroy the planet."

"Of course!"

"There's also that Super Saiyan God stuff he was going on about…we'll need to find a way for that to work."

"How come?" Goku asked.

"Because if we can tap into that Super Saiyan God stuff, then we'll definitely have a chance in kicking his ass." Lilith smirked.

Makima and Vegeta kept close to the God of Destruction, watching as he mingled with everyone at the party. It didn't take long for her sisters to approach her, clearly off-put by the divine beings' appearance. Makima had no choice but to explain everything to them.

"A God of Destruction…that's exactly what I wanted to deal with today." Yoru groaned.

"No wonder he feels so…weird. For a being like this to exist, the universe really is a huge place." Asa muttered.

Fami munched on a piece of lemon pie, her eyes stared at Beerus. She watched the way he happily enjoyed the plethora of food in front of him. "Hmmm…"

"So, I guess it's best for us to keep our heads down around them, right? We don't need to risk the Earth getting destroyed…again." Asa said.

"No, it's best to act normal. Treat the two of them with respect, but any sense of uneasiness might set Lord Beerus off." Vegeta said. "Keep a close eye on our resident idiots."

"We'll head back over to Denji and Power. The further we can keep them from Lord Beerus, the better." Asa spoke for herself and Yoru.

"I'll help with that." Gohan offered.

"Thanks, Gohan, but shouldn't you keep an eye on Videl?" Asa points towards her best friend, who was enjoying a nice conversation with Dende.

"What do you mean?" Gohan blinked before looking back at his wife. "She's just talking with Dende."

"Do you not-"

"Don't." Yoru stopped her.

"O-okay! Well, come on! Let's hurry before Power starts trying to fight one of the waiters again." Asa hurried off with a confused Gohan following.

Piccolo turned to Makima. "Videl is pregnant, isn't she?"

"Yup." Makima took a sip of her sweet tea. "Just another reason to ensure we don't get erased from existence today."

"And the kids?" Piccolo asked.

Makima pointed over to the pool area. Currently, Trunks and Nayuta were dunking Pilaf and Shu head first into the water with chaotic glee, while Goten and Marron were playing cards with Mai. "They're distracted for now."

While the three of them were talking, Fami walked over to Beerus to join him at the buffet table. She gathered her own assortment of food, then took the seat right next to him. An odd sight of Fami not immediately digging into her meal occurred as her attention was fixed mostly on the deity.

"Can I help you?" Beerus asked, pausing in his shrimp spaghetti.

"You're different."

"In more ways than you're aware, I'll assume."

"Not in your status, but more in the way you carry yourself in a meal. I know several others who enjoy food much like me, but none of them truly know how to appreciate food. They're all used to having food at the ready, always nearby, so they fail to truly see the beauty of it." This was probably the most she's ever talked in one breath, but she couldn't help herself. "But you… you understand the true meaning behind eating. Every bite you take shows true love towards food."

"Well, of course, it's not every day that I get to eat such delicious food." Beerus motions towards his own spread. "To waste this meal, this opportunity to have such a fine course would be a disgrace. A disgrace punishable by destruction."

BA-BUMP!

"Hm?" Fami blinked. She touched her chest, confused by that sensation. It was unfamiliar, almost similar to the constant hunger she feels every day. Though, instead of focusing on it, she decided to deal with it by eating. "In that case, shall we dig in?"

"I think we shall." Beerus agreed. "What is your name, Devil?"

"You could tell?"

"You have similar eyes to your sisters."

"I see. I am the Famine Devil. Just call me Fami."

"Hey, Power?" Denji stopped his sister by grabbing her shirt.

"What is it?!" She hisses. "Can't you see I'm trying to get some more ice cream!" She motions towards her empty bowl.

"Yeah, yeah, shut up for a moment." He waves her off. "Didn't those two feel weird to you?" He points to Beerus and Whis.

The Blood Fiend looks at him like he's an idiot. "No, duh, dunderhead! I could tell that from the moment I saw em! But it took you this long, right? You're just slow, Denji!"

"As if, dumbass! I graduated high school!"

"Barely."

"Tch! If you're so smart, then can you tell what they are?" Denji asked.

"Probably some gods or whatever. If it's such a big deal then go ask the little green guy. I need to get some of this ice cream to share with Meowy!" Power pulled away from him to shuffle towards the ice cream booth.

"Ugh, she never makes things easy." Denji lightly groans. He decided to take the advice and move towards Videl and Dende. "Yo! Dende! Videl!"

"Denji!" Dende waves at him.

"I hope you're not causing too many issues." The champion's daughter chuckles. "Unlike my Father…" She looks over to her drunken dad, who was mouthing off a bunch of nonsense to Bulma's parents.

"I'm never causin' issues." He counters as he takes a seat. He ignored the look shared between the two to ask his question. "So, you guys know those two dudes Bulma introduced, right? Bills and Whisky?"

"Beerus and Whis, you mean?" Videl corrected.

"That's what I said."

Videl sighed.

"Anyway, don't they feel off to you, Dende?" Denji asked.

"Feel off…?" The guardian of Earth looks over to the two deities. "Not really. They feel like everything else to me."

"Really?" Denji muttered. He started scratching his chest a bit, specifically where his heart was. "Because…to me…they feel dangerous."

"Dangerous?" Dende and Videl blinked.

Before he could continue, he was interrupted by the sound of his soon-to-be wife and best friend. Gohan smiled at the three. "Hey, is everything alright?"

"Yup, we're doing just fine, Gohan." Videl replied.

"I hope Denji isn't being too much of a headache." Asa smirked.

"Why does everyone keep assumin' that I'm gonna cause a problem?!" Denji whined.

"Because you do!" Asa pokes his forehead. "Or do I have to remind you of the Shark-nado incident!"

"You keep bringin' that up! I told you that wasn't my fault!"

"Oh boy…" Gohan, Videl, and Dende just sighed at the usual childish squabble between the two.

An hour later, Beerus impatiently tapped his finger along the table. His eyes scanned over the guests, especially all of those with Saiyan blood flowing through their veins. "I have to admit, I'm not seeing any sign of this Super Saiyan God. I was kind of looking forward to it."

"As I hear, as far as Saiyans go, Goku and Vegeta are the only full-blooded ones. The rest are hybrids. Three of them are just children." Whis explains.

The curtains to the stage opened up to reveal Bulma with a microphone. "Hello, everyone! Up next is the event everyone's been waiting for! Time for the Bingo Tournament!" Her announcement got the guests to cheer loudly. Her staff walked along the stage, showcasing the different prizes available to win. "While the airplane and castle are impressive, the main attraction is the 1st place prize!" She reached down to the podium, tearing off the tarp to reveal… "All seven Dragon Balls! If you win you can have whatever wish you want granted!"

Trunks' frown reached the stone ground. He could feel Nayuta's devilish eyes boring into the back of his skull. "Get ready for a perm, richy!" She snickered alongside her twin and Marron.

"Ugh…" Trunks groaned.

"Those are a lot like Planet Namek's wish orbs, huh? Earth's guardian does seem to be a Namekian." Whis said.

"As I recall, a dragon appears and grants any wish, right?" Beerus thinks back to his last visit to Namek. "Ah, whatever, not that it matters. Food can only stall my boredom for so long. Unless I find that Super Saiyan God, I might as well destroy this world for not giving me what I want."

Makima, who had been listening carefully to them, perked up. Thankfully they had managed to keep him quelled long enough but it seems like Lord Beerus was finally losing his patience. She still needed time to figure out whatever this Super Saiyan God was. Him destroying the planet now is the worst case scenario. "Looks like I'm going to have to fall back on Plan: B, after all."

"Bulma!" Makima stands, catching everyone's attention. "We can't start the Bingo Tournament without the special performance to kick it off!"

"Special performance?" Bulma blinks at her.

"Remember? The one we discussed when planning the party?" Makima throws a glance towards Vegeta. The rich owner finally realized what she was talking about.

"That's right! We can't start the Bing Tournament off without the special opening performed by none other than my darling husband, Vegeta!" Bulma announced.

"WHAT?!" Vegeta slams the table, jumping to his feet. "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT?!"

Bulma wagged her finger. "Stop acting all coy, Vegeta! You remember that special dance you've been practicing in secret for the last week or so!"

"Special dance…?" Krillin questions.

"A special dance, huh?" Lazuli smiles evilly. She wasn't the only one as the other women (Devils) that all enjoyed tormenting Vegeta were really interested in hearing about this.

"I-I-I told you about that in secret and that I…didn't want to do it!" Vegeta's face was as bright as a tomato.

"Yes, but it's so cute!" Bulma smiles sweetly, then her face morphed into a dark smile. "And as punishment for skipping out on your wife's birthday, you are going to get on this stage and dance that tight ass off now."

"V-vulgar woman! Like hell I'm going to-"

"Vegeta." Beerus' voice stopped the prince dead. "I'm interested. Show off this dance."

Knowing now that he really had no choice left, Vegeta swallowed his pride once again. At least, not before giving Makima a glare that promised he'd get revenge for this. The Control Devil didn't take him seriously. As Vegeta got onto the stage, Makima took out her phone to record this masterpiece.

Vegeta ignored the humorous looks thrown his way. "OKAY, EVERYONE! FUN TIME STARTS NOW!" The music started to kick on, prompting Vegeta to begin his dance. "BINGO~! BINGO~! BINGO~! FUN TIME BINGO~!"

As the prince humiliated himself in front of everyone for the sake of their lives, Makima's mind was racing a mile a minute to find the best solution to save their skins. Eventually, she reached the very easy conclusion that almost made her shatter her phone in her grip.

"The Dragon Balls. If none of us know anything about this Super Saiyan God, then perhaps Shenron could know. But Bulma is likely to stick to the integrity of the game regardless of what I tell her, so I'll just have to win. Simple."

Beerus groaned at the dance number. "Gross. I didn't think the dance would be like this. Now I'm hungry again."

Whis wiped his mouth with a napkin, then remembered something. "Oh, my lord, have you tried that dessert they call 'pudding' yet?"

Beerus' ears twitched. "Pudding…?"

"Yes, it is truly velvety-smooth and delicious." Whis hums.

"Where is it?" Beerus asked.

"Follow me." Whis gets up from the table to lead his lord to the desert table. Makima was too distracted with forming her victory strategy and recording Vegeta's humiliation to notice. The two arrived at the table, but there wasn't a single cup of pudding in sight.

"Oh dear, they should be here." Whis gasped.

"Don't tell me you ate them all, Whis." Beerus glared at him.

"Indeed not!" Whis searches for the delectable treats and thankfully finds them at one of the further tables. Seems like the pudgy Majin Buu had taken the entire tray of pudding cups for himself. "Are there any more pudding cups?" Whis asks the chef.

"I'm sorry, but that tray over there is our last."

Beerus didn't like to hear that but figured that the situation can be salvaged. "Fine. I'm sure he'll be able to share at least one."

The God of Destruction walked over to Buu's table, where the Majin was happily scarfing down the cups. "You there…would you be kind enough to share one of those with me?"

"Make that two. One for me as well." Whis requested.

Buu just kept eating.

"If not, then just one for me." Beerus requested again. "He doesn't need one."

"That's not fair, Lord Beerus!"

"You already had one!"

Buu just kept eating.

Beerus' patience was wearing thin. "Hey! Hand it over!"

"No! This is Buu's!"

"What?!"

"Buu is eating them all by himself!"

"You selfish pink blob! Just hand over one of them!"

"THEY'RE ALL MINE!" Buu yelled. He then licked all over cups with his tongue, ensuring that Beerus wouldn't get a single one to himself.

"Y-you…!"

To make it even worse, Buu downed all of the cups into his fat gullet. The pink blob rubbed his fat tummy, clearly pleased by his childish behavior. "All Buu's!" Suddenly, all of his smugness vanished when Beerus gripped his antenna harshly, causing him to cry out. Buu felt himself getting lifted into the air as if he weighed nothing and smashed into the table, shattering it to pieces.

Beerus' sudden act of violence had halted all of the attention that was on Vegeta. The prince and Control Devil panicked upon seeing Majin Buu struggling to break out of Beerus' hold. A divine purple aura started to illuminate around the cat's body."

"Shit!" Vegeta cursed as he dashed off the stage.

"Fine…! This one's on me!" Makima admitted as she followed.

Beerus floated into the air with Buu still at his mercy. "That's it…! For trying my patience, denying me my Super Saiyan God, and even taking away my chance to taste the soft delectable sensation of pudding… I'm going to destroy this planet!"

"L-Lord Beerus, wait!" Vegeta exclaimed.

"NO MORE!" Beerus smashed his fist into Buu's gut, then threw the pudgy Majin away. He pointed his palm at the source of his anger. "Know this before your world falls to ruin!" A ball of purple KI vibrated in his extended palm. "Before creation...!"

The blast was fired, exploding on contact with Majin Buu's body. Emerging from the cloud of smoke was the burnt and beaten body of the once feared creature of the universe. Everyone could only watch in shock, fear, and awe as Beerus' attention turned to them next. "... Comes destruction!"

Chapter End

NOTE: Welp, Beerus is pissed off...totally didn't see that coming. Anyway, I skipped all of that crap with Pilaf, because it serves nothing to the story. I still included them because...eh why not?

Makima really enjoys messing with Vegeta. I wonder if that will ever come back to bite her in the ass.

Before anyone asks, yes, I am aware that Fami could spawn in a new pudding cup. This will be addressed next chapter.

This chapter was originally going to include the fight with Beerus, but that would've been too long. I don't necessarily have the time to be stretching these out too long at the moment. So, it got split up.

Look forward to the next chapter. In the meantime, here's another short.

Shorts 2: Interrogation

In a dark room illuminated by a single lamp, Son Makima strutted back and forth in front of the lone table in the room. Her hands behind her back as she hummed a soft little tune. "Now, I'm only going to ask this one…last…time…" She turned forward, slamming her hands on the table to make her captive jump. "Where are they?! The two that ate the last of the cookies!"

Son Goten trembled slightly from his mom's gaze. His hands had been cuffed by silver chains courtesy of his mother. "I-I won't give up my allies, Mom!"

"Are you certain?" Makima asked.

"Yeah! I gave my word that I wouldn't say a word!" Goten huffed. "And I never go back on my word! That's my…uh…Goten way!"

"You've been saying words this entire time, Goten."

Her little boy let out a startled gasp. He clamped his mouth shut as if the iron gates had closed with a loud slam. Goten pushed back against his seat as if it would widen the distance between them.

Makima crossed her arms. "You can make this really easy on yourself, Goten. I won't have to punish you if you just tell Mama the truth."

He shook his head with silent denial.

A sigh left her mouth. "Fine. I'll have to get my special tools."

"S-special tools?!" Goten panicked.

Makima reached underneath the table and pulled out a briefcase. She took her sweet time undoing the locks, making sure to never once break eye contact with her son. Makima enjoyed the way Goten squirmed in his bindings, pleading to be released and not suffer any form of punishment. "You can avoid all of this, Goten. Just tell me where they are."

He shook his head again, but a bit more hesitantly this time.

"Suit yourself." She said as she finished opening the case. Makima peeked at the contents inside before giving her son one last look. "Goten, did either of them let you eat a single cookie before they suddenly ran off?"

Goten blinked at her, then shook his head to answer.

"Thought so." She reached forward, tenderly rubbing her son's face. "Tell me where they are and…" Makima raised her other hand, revealing what was inside of the case. It was nothing more than a single box filled with dog-bone shaped crackers. "...I'll give you a Scooby Snack."

"They're hiding inside of Icarus' cave." Goten immediately sold out his comrades. He held out his hands with eagerness, hungry eyes watching as his mom dropped the bag into his hands.

"Figured." Makima snapped her fingers, turning the kitchen lights back on. Their dogs woke up to the sound and started barking. It took a single look from her to get them to calm down. "Wait here. I'll be back with your sister and Father."

Goten didn't acknowledge her, too busy tearing the box open to have the savory cartoon-themed crackers. He shoved a chunk into his mouth, taking happy bites before swallowing the snacks. His eyes lit up into a teal color, his hair shooting up into his Super Saiyan state. The boy's body clearly enjoyed the snacks enough to trigger the legendary transformation of his one out of two heritages.

Not even three minutes later, the living room's door was slammed open. Makima strolled through, dragging his comrades back in by their ears.

"OW! OW! OW! Makima! I already apologized!" Goku cried.

"Goten, you freaking traitor! I'm gonna kick your butt for this-OWW!" Nayuta was fighting back the hardest, but bit back her anger when Makima yanked hard on her ear.

"The only thing you two are going to be doing is cleaning this entire house from top to bottom. I said I was saving those cookies for a special event tomorrow, and yet you two went and ate them anyway. Your punishments are only just starting."

"But Mama/Makima!" Father and daughter whined uselessly.

Goten continued eating his snacks, then chuckled to himself. "Hehe! Goten-Dooby-Doo~!"

Short End