"Hey, since Mr. Satan's this strong, how come he didn't do anything in your timeline, Trunks?" Gohan asked.
"...Wait, that's a good question! Why didn't he do anything?! He's easily handling Cell right now, so the androids shouldn't have been anything to him at all! Why didn't he take action?" Trunks realized.
[Future Trunk's timeline, in the past...]
"...What're those two doing?" Hercule Satan squinted his eyes at the two androids destroying the city. "Man, delinquents these days know how to cause trouble, don't they?"
"Welp, better teach 'em some manners. I got some things to say to their parents if I see 'em. No reason to let your kid get this wild, especially now that they ain't kids no more." Hercule Satan said, preparing himself to discipline these two rowdy delinquents.
"Excuse me, Mark Heracles Savage?" A voice sounded from behind Hercule Satan.
"Hm?" Hercule turned around at the unfamiliar voice.
It was blue-skinned person wearing a fancy outfit, with a fancy staff.
"...Who're you?" Hercule tilted his head in confusion. This wasn't anyone he knew- did they have a new hire?
"I am Whis. Could you come with me, Mr. Mark?" Whis asked politely.
"My public name's Hercule Satan. Don't bring my real name up in front of others, intern." Hercule waved Whis away. "Anyhow, I gotta teach these two some manners, first. Go reschedule my 2 o' clock, would ya?"
Whis tapped his staff on the ground, and the two of them appeared somewhere else.
"Huh?" Hercule Satan blinked at the unfamiliar location. "Where's this?"
"So, is this the 'promising candidate' you were talking about, Whis?" A lazy voice sounded.
Hercule turned to look at the new voice. It was a... purple humanoid cat.
"Uh... who're you?"
"Lord Beerus. God of Destruction. Remember that name." Beerus said, with all the dignity and bearing of a God of Destruction.
"...Uh huh. And I'm also President of the World." Hercule deadpanned. "Look, I'm all for new showbiz opportunities, but there's some delinquents causing trouble outside my city. I gotta go fix that real quick. Also, make an appointment next time, will ya?"
"...Clearly, some things need to be put in order."
Beerus suddenly appeared in front of Hercule, and smacked him into the ground, creating a massive crater.
"First lesson; the pecking order." Beerus said, dusting off his hand... paw.
The dust blew away, and suddenly-
"YEOUCH?!"
Hercule Satan's fist landed on Beerus's head.
"WHAT WAS THAT FOR, YOU STUPID CAT?! NOW MY GI'S ALL DUSTY!"
"...Alright, looks like you're very promising. Still..."
Beerus's Power of Destruction exuded from his form.
"I'll say it again."
"Lesson One."
A sphere of Destruction energy appeared on Beerus's open palm.
"The pecking order."
Beerus threw the sphere of Destruction onto Hercule Satan, which engulfed him entirely.
"...Lord Beerus, he cannot be a candidate if you destroy him, you know?" Whis sighed.
"Hmph. If he can't even take this much, then he can't have been that good of a candida-"
Beerus and Whis both blinked, as Hercule Satan seemed unfazed by the destruction. The only thing different was his brown gi was now missing.
"...Alright, one of these days, then."
Hercule Satan's blood red aura was immense, covering the skies. His Ki, while mortal, made Beerus's own divine Ki seem... insignificant.
"...Well, that's surprising." Whis said, his eyes widening a fraction.
Beerus was not so calm.
"What the... this much Ki! How's he so strong?! Is he... even stronger than me?!"
"Wait, timeout-"
Beerus barely noticed the fist coming towards him.
"Hope you learnt your lesson, stupid cat." Hercule snapped.
In front of him was Beerus... shaped like a pretzel.
"So, what's this all about?" Hercule Satan said, looking at Whis.
"...Well, you were supposed to be a candidate to be a God of Destruction; but seeing how you handily defeated Lord Beerus as a mortal, I don't think 'candidacy' is the right way to phrase it anymore." Whis said.
"...You're still on about that? Look, now's not a good time. Where's the cameras? Hey! Stop rolling! I'm not sanctioning these scenes, ya hear?! If I even see some footage of this without my approval, you'll hear from my lawyers!" Hercule said, shouting in every direction, where he thought cameras were.
"There aren't any cameras, Mark." Whis said. "This isn't a show."
"...Really?" Hercule Satan seemed skeptical. "I'll be honest; that cat was kinda strong. But if you're really claiming to be Gods, then I gotta say..."
Hercule turned to look at the pretzel-shaped cat.
"...not impressed."
"...Perhaps you're the impressive one, Mark." Whis said.
"...Okay, what's really going on?" Hercule said, squinting at Whis.
"Ahem." Whis coughed, and presented himself once more. "Your strength has earned you the right to ascend as a God of Destruction. Do you accept?"
Hercule Satan was silent.
After a moment, he responded.
"...Can I talk with my lawyers?"