In Whis's absence, Brakkar and Tarkor resolved to explore the vibrant city. The sun blazed overhead, projecting elongated shadows as the populace engaged in their daily activities. Donning his fresh, less formal garb, Brakkar fidgeted with his gloves and surveyed his surroundings, his gaze brimming with wonder. "The city seems qui... Brother?" Brakkar called out, noticing that Tarkor had not emerged from the shadows of the alley they were standing in. From the shadows, a low growl resonated. "Forget it," Tarkor muttered, his tone tinged with annoyance. "I refuse to parade around in such absurd garb. Saiyans dressing in this manner is preposterous; we appear utterly foolish."

Brakkar faced his brother, displaying an expression that blended worry with a hint of mirth. "Lighten up, Tarkor! They're only threads. Whis insists we've got to mesh with the Earth crowd. It's all in the name of intergalactic inconspicuousness!" Tarkor hesitated as he emerged into the brightness, his high-collared coat and fingerless gloves standing in stark contrast to the familiar battle armor. Glancing down at his attire, a scowl crossed his face. "A true Saiyan warrior would never be caught in such attire. Our legacy is one of strength and honor, not... whatever this fashion faux pas is." Brakkar attempted to ease the atmosphere, his face breaking into a teasing smirk. "Consider it our stealth mode. We're on an undercover quest to decode the mysterious ways of Earth's inhabitants!" Tarkor let out a sigh, his shoulders drooping a bit. "Fine, but only because Whis insists. If this doesn't work, we're going back to our armor."

"Agreed," declared Brakkar, his grin broadening. "Now, let's discover the city. Who knows what fascinating things we might encounter." As they strolled through the streets, Brakkar's jovial nature alleviated Tarkor's unease. The onlookers' gazes lingered, yet their expressions showed curiosity rather than fear. The siblings took in the Earthlings' customs, discerning both the contrasts and parallels with their own culture. They ambled past storefronts and coffeehouses, the aromas of diverse cuisines permeating the atmosphere. A growl from Brakkar's stomach halted their progress, and he stopped to admire a bakery's window display of pastries. "Hey, Tarkor, look at these! They smell amazing." Tarkor, still mildly annoyed yet adapting to his new clothes, nodded curtly. "Very well, let's proceed. However, we must be cautious in our interactions with these individuals."

Upon entering the bakery, the two Saiyans captured the customers' attention. Brakkar's amiable nature paired with Tarkor's commanding yet courteous aura created a notable dynamic. While purchasing pastries, they started conversing with the locals, gaining insights into Earth's traditions. Despite his initial hesitance, Tarkor gradually began to value the experience. His unusual attire, albeit odd, aided in fostering connections with those they were sworn to safeguard. At Beerus's temple, the God of Destruction relished a grand feast, an array of dishes laid out before him. Engrossed in a plate of hot noodles, sauce trickling from his mouth's corner, he was interrupted by Whis, whose staff glowed softly. "Lord Beerus, I've returned from Earth," declared Whis, his voice a blend of respect and calm. Beerus glanced up, noodles dangling from his lips. He slurped them in and cleaned his mouth with his hand. "Ah, Whis. What news of our Saiyan allies?"

"Their acclimation is ongoing," Whis responded. "Brakkar and Tarkor are acquainting themselves with Earth and its inhabitants. Their updated garb aids in their assimilation." Beerus's demeanor shifted to solemnity as he placed his chopsticks aside, fixing Whis with a stern look. "My patience thins with these Saiyans. They must validate their value independently, without your constant guidance. They should embrace and learn from their challenges autonomously." Whis, taken aback, arched an eyebrow. "Are they prepared for this, Lord Beerus?" With a firm gaze, Beerus asserted, "They possess the might and promise, yet they must cultivate sagacity and fortitude. They've been overprotected by your presence; it's time they learn to navigate without your aid." Whis nodded in agreement, fully aware of the seriousness of Beerus's directive. "As you wish, Lord Beerus. I shall step aside and let Brakkar and Tarkor forge their own path."

Beerus gave a brief nod, resuming his meal with chopsticks in hand. "Excellent. We shall witness their true capabilities. This will test not just their power, but their very essence. I expect no less than excellence, Whis." Departing, Whis pondered the fate of the Saiyan siblings. Their potential was immense, yet the journey ahead promised numerous obstacles. In the absence of his mentorship, Brakkar and Tarkor would have to depend on their innate abilities, resolve, and brotherhood. Meanwhile, on Earth, the Saiyan duo proceeded with their urban exploration, oblivious to Beerus's recent command. Brakkar was fascinated by the myriad expressions of life and culture, while Tarkor remained detached but watchful. Their odyssey would be marked by both challenges and victories as they endeavored to uphold their forebears' heritage and establish their own destiny. Bereft of Whis's guidance, Brakkar and Tarkor were to unveil the depths of their potential and the power they possessed internally.

At Beerus's temple, the God of Destruction and Whis were observing the Saiyan brothers via Whis's staff. Beerus was engrossed in his meal, while Whis watched the events unfold with great interest. "Observe," Beerus remarked amidst his feast, "Tarkor has parted ways with his brother. Brakkar, predictably, continues to gorge on food." Whis, with a subtle smile, agreed. "Indeed, Tarkor is the more contemplative sibling, likely in pursuit of knowledge, while Brakkar satisfies his hunger." In the city's educational center, Tarkor's impressive stature drew eyes as he made his way to the library. His presence caused a ripple of interest as he approached the librarian, his size and presence dominating the room. "I am in pursuit of historical records of this planet, dating back 300 years," he stated, his voice resonating through the quiet of the library.

The librarian, slightly overwhelmed, gestured towards the information stand. "Please begin your research there," she instructed, her voice laced with a hint of nervousness. Tarkor gave a curt nod and approached the information kiosk. He keyed in queries for any records of Goku and Vegeta, but to his dismay, the search yielded no results. Expanding his search to include Cell, Buu, and the Androids also failed to produce any mention of Goku or Vegeta. Instead, the name "Hercule Satan" repeatedly surfaced. "There has to be an error," Tarkor whispered to himself, a crease of bewilderment forming on his forehead. "How is it possible that Goku and Vegeta are absent from these records? And how has Hercule Satan been acknowledged as the victor in these scenarios?"

He scrutinized Hercule Satan's biography, which boasted of triumphs over Cell and Buu. As he read through the audacious claims, indignation ignited within him. "It's illogical for a mere human, devoid of android enhancements, to defeat Cell or Buu," he snarled. Sparks erupted around Tarkor, betraying his escalating fury. The library's windows began to fracture, unable to withstand the burgeoning force of his energy. Suddenly, the device in Tarkor's grasp was rendered to fragments. Saiyans despise cowards who claim their victories. Tarkor's fury was tangible, his power making the library's structure creak in protest. The librarian and patrons watched in terror, uncertain of the unfolding events.

Beerus and Whis observed from their position. Beerus allowed himself a smirk, amused by the Saiyan's confusion. "It appears Tarkor is uncovering the fallacies and myths within Earth's history." Whis looked on with a worried expression. "Lord Beerus, Tarkor's anger is escalating. Should he lose control, the consequences could be severe." Beerus, nonchalant and still eating, gestured dismissively. "He must deal with it, Whis. It's part of their test. They must master their emotions and adapt." Whis, though hesitant, acknowledged Beerus's rationale. "Certainly. It's a crucial lesson. History isn't always chronicled with precision, and truths are often veiled by legends and false narratives."

At that moment, Tarkor's gaze was drawn outside by a disturbance. Through the library's fractured windows, he saw Brakkar in the midst of turmoil. The formidable Saiyan had hurled a would-be thief against a wall, rendering him unconscious. Brakkar now towered over the fallen man, his annoyance evident. Brakkar was unharmed yet noticeably irritated. The source of his irritation became apparent when Tarkor noticed a squashed ice cream cone on the ground, its contents melting away—a sight Saiyans despise, as they loathe wasting food. Tarkor felt his temper rise but managed to take a deep breath to calm himself, aware that losing his temper would exacerbate the situation. Brakkar, casting a resentful glance at the unconscious thief, said to Tarkor, "This individual caused me to drop my ice cream. Can you believe that?" Tarkor, with a nod, suppressed his anger. "We must concentrate on our mission. There are more pressing matters at hand." Brakkar shot one last look of frustration at the thief before refocusing on their objective. Having neutralized the immediate danger, Tarkor and Brakkar redirected their attention to their mission. They had a lot to discover about Earth and its inhabitants. Despite any obstacles, they remained resolute in their commitment to uphold their Saiyan legacy and safeguard the planet.