"Shit!" Chayote freaked out after seeing Whis wave at her with a warm and polite smile. Her influx of somber self-reflection that she's been going through after Broly's fall vanished in a snap. She thought Whis didn't even need to tell why he was here. Just one sight of this blue-faced angel made Chayote realize their folly. They may have saved the Earth, but they also may have doomed the universe in the process!
"That's not very polite, Chayote-san. I'm a bit disappointed to see you haven't learned manners during your stay on Earth," Whis waggled his finger in front of him with a faked pout of displeasure. Chayote met his scolding by wrapping her hands over her head and groaning out loud. This reaction made everyone curious, as they couldn't stop switching from the flamboyant blue angel that had come for a visit and Chayote's frustrations.
"What's wrong, Chayote-san?" Gohan wondered. "Who is this person?"
"My name is Whis, young Saiyan. I am an attendant of the God of Destruction and an angel overseeing this universe's affairs," Whis waved his hand with a pleasant smile as a greeting. "I am the one that arranged Chayote's return to life and placed her on Earth. I didn't expect that she'd get to meet her own people, in fact, I specifically counted on that never happening but… It appears that everything turned out well in the end… Until now that is…"
"Whis-san!" Kami Upa collapsed to the ground on his knees and planted his face on the tiles out of infinite respect for the much higher deity on the divine hierarchy. "I could have never expected to see an angel on the lookout! This must be incredibly dire!"
"It is," Whis yawned. "Everything we know, this entire universe is in dire danger of being deleted."
"Shit!" Chayote cursed again. "Look, I know we killed a Legendary Super Saiyan and messed everything up. Now there's only one Legendary Super Saiyan–me. But surely that still has to be worth something, right? Besides, aren't you done rebuilding Heaven yet?"
"Almost," Whis shrugged. "Clearly, you've no clue about how difficult of a task recreating an otherworldly ethereal plane is. Especially when the only people in your employ are a lone Supreme Kai and a God of Destruction, whose purpose is the exact opposite of what we expect him to help accomplish. The broad strokes of it may be done, but we still need a few years until Heaven is in order."
Chayote groaned and sat down on a nearby stand, hosting a handful of palm trees while groaning in the muzzle of her own two hands excessively. How could she have fucked this up so royally and completely forgotten about the fact that it was important that both she and the other Legendary Super Saiyan stay alive until Heaven was rebuilt? She must've gotten herself so immersed in the Earth's affairs and her earthly life that the grander picture had completely vanished from sight.
"You are, in fact, mistaken, Chayote-san. This is not at all what I came here to talk about. In fact…" Whis noted before chuckling modestly into his hand as if he had just recalled a cracking good joke. "You could say I came here to request an exact opposite of what you seem to fuss about."
"What?" Chayote tilted her head out from the cover of her hands and gazed at the blue angel with tired eyes. "What the hell are you talking about? Broly was a Legendary Super Saiyan, and we killed him off. That must've set us off some Mortal Level points, right?"
"Chayote!" Kami Upa yelled out. "This is the guiding angel attendant of our universe's God of Destruction, a descendant of the Great Priest himself! He is one of the very highest echelons of deities in all of existence! Don't talk to him like he's some common grunt!"
"Oh, right… Sorry…" Chayote scratched her back of her head, calmly approaching Whis and bowing her head. "I don't have a business card with me. This all started at a wedding, so I didn't think I'd need them…"
"Kami-san didn't mean to treat this as a business meeting, Chayote-san…" Gohan squinted his eyes, fending off a light chuckle.
"Well, I'm out of the loop then…" the Saiyan sighed while scratching her head. "I've only got two modes: my own and how Bulma taught me to act during important business meetings…"
"Never mind that," Whis shook his head. "I'd rather we get to the issue at hand."
"Say, say…" Goku raised his hand after a yawn. "Kami Upa said that you're this fancy god of everything or whatever… Well… Kami knows martial arts and Kami is a god of some sort, King Kai taught martial arts and he's also a god of some sort… Does that mean you also teach martial arts?"
"Goku! This isn't the time for this!" Kami Upa reared his teeth, almost like he was ready to tear Goku up like a filthy letter.
"Yes, I teach martial arts to the God of Destruction. You could say that I am an instructor of martial arts, but only to gods themselves," Whis decided to quickly answer the question just so he could get to the point of why he was here in the first place.
"Wow!" Goku shrieked out in amazement. "You teach martial arts to the gods themselves!? That means you're like… The master of masters of martial arts, right? You must be amazingly strong!"
"He doesn't look that strong," Chayote pondered out loud. "He looks like a wussy. Besides, not all god martial arts instructors are strong. Isn't the King Kai a peerless martial arts instructor but not quite a good scrapper himself?"
Whis' eyebrow twitched before Piccolo stepped out from the bustling group of mortals fussing about his visit, discussing the implications of his existence and many unresolved matters. "Shut up, everyone!" he hissed. "It's one thing to disrespect our guest when you're ignorant about who he is, it's a whole different level of disrespect to act like immature imbeciles when Kami Upa enlightened you!"
"Thank you, that was rather crude yet effective," Whis observed. "I'm not sure how much awareness all of you have of the universal situation of Universe 7, but the general gist of things was that God of Destruction Beerus, known for his extremely short temper, has destroyed heaven over thirty Earth years ago. All universes are measured and judged on the scale of their Mortal Level and losing Heaven–an essential otherworldly ethereal plane is an unforgivable and nigh impossible to recover from loss of Mortal Level. Because of the incredibly complex magical and spiritual energies making Heaven work, I could not undo Heaven's destruction, even by reversing time. This has set Universe 7 back to the brink of unquestionable destruction when Zen-Oh-sama, the King of Everything, noticed this gapping loss of Mortal Level in our universe."
"Reversing time!?" Krillin's jaw dropped. "What the hell?"
"In any case, just when I thought that Beerus-sama's temper had doomed this universe, the most incredible thing happened–I've noticed that our universe possesses not one but two Saiyans with C-Type S-Cells in it, in other words, as Chayote-san put it, two Legendary Super Saiyans. Genetic mutations such as these are profoundly rare, to have two of them occur at any one given time provides the host universe with an unmatched level of Mortal Level, and such a marvelous universe can never earn Zen-Oh-sama's ire or be deleted as long as that phenomenon exists. It just so happened that Chayote-san got herself killed on her home planet, so I had to interfere just a bit. Normally such divine interventions would've neutralized any sublime worth one's Mortal Level adds to the equation, but since Chayote-san's spirit was lost and purposeless, my intervention was justified as redirection of a lost soul, rather than a resurrection," Whis explained. "And so I placed Chayote-san on Planet Earth, a relatively safe planet in a remote corner of space where she had no danger or anyone even close to her battle power to threaten her life. Even if Chayote-san didn't make it easy on us, all was going well until recently…"
"Ah!" Yamcha exclaimed, finally realizing what made Chayote so distressed before. "Broly! We killed Broly!"
"Once again…" Whis closed his eyes in disappointment. "I've no clue what you're talking about. Murder, while immoral and very uncool of you, rarely sets a universe back all that much, so you guys better calm down about whoever this Broly is."
"Wait, so you're saying that Broly wasn't the Legendary Super Saiyan? This makes no sense…" Chayote interrupted the elegant angel with her observation. "I saw him assume the form of a Legendary Super Saiyan, just like that of my own. That would be impossible without those C-Type S-Cells you mentioned, right?"
"Hmm… Perhaps the reason I came here is related to this Broly after all," Whis scratched his chin. "Recently I noticed our universe has had a black shroud lingering over its Mortal Level. Our Mortal Level has soared to impossible heights, but it was corrupted. Unnatural."
"Unnatural? How so?" Kami Upa inquired.
"You see, it isn't at all impossible for me to snap my fingers and make any Saiyan newborn into a C-Type S-Cells Saiyan. However, because such a thing occurred because of divine intervention and not as a natural occurrence, it would be an artificial, dirty increase in Mortal Level. It would cast a black cloud over me as an angel as I'd have violated the guiding principle of non-involvement, but also I'd have cheated in artificially inflating the Mortal Level of my universe. Such offenses are punishable by the deletion of the universe in question. Since it might constitute a breach of the Angel law, such an offense might cause the angel's erasure as well," Whis pointed out. "It is because Chayote-san and the other C-Type S-Cell Saiyan existed through natural means that the points they elevated our Mortal Level by were so important. However, this… This suggests horrific tampering with the Mortal Level."
Whis raised his staff, showing the jewel floating in the middle of a bronze ring that showed a black shroud collected throughout and crackling with silver lightning in the world's most compact thunderstorm. Those listening to Whis leaned in closer to observe the supernatural phenomenon that Whis was talking about, as relayed by his staff.
"Having left Beerus-sama and the Supreme Kai to their own devices in rebuilding the Heaven, I have traveled to the Angel Realm to do my own investigation. I have observed Universe 7's incredible Mortal Level and done the math, it checks out with the implication that there are now not two but three C-Type Super Saiyans in the whole of Universe 7," Whis said with a stoic expression on his face.
"Three!?" everyone exclaimed.
"You mean there are three Saiyans like Chayote in the universe now?" Krillin grabbed his head, leaning back in surprise.
"Three Legendary Super Saiyans? How is this possible?" Chayote muttered to herself, scratching her chin deep in thought. "Could it be that… Is it possible to find out when the Mortal Level has grown this much?"
"That is the interesting part," Whis nodded. "I was way ahead of you to check that. The Mortal Level of Universe 7 skyrocketed around ten Earth years ago. I can say the same about the black shroud of poor reputation and cheating that's spread around our universe's Mortal Level display."
"Wha…!? Ten years!?" Goku exclaimed. "How could you not notice something like that going on for ten whole years!?"
"If you must know, ten Earth years is nothing on the angelic scale. We angels cannot die or be destroyed. Therefore, we perceive time differently, since we have existed for periods of time that would feel baffling to you mortals," Whis pointed out.
"Fascinating," Gohan tucked his chin deep in thought. "If someone spent hundreds of thousands or even millions of years, their brains would become accustomed to the normal passage of time. In that case, they would automatically skip past the boring parts, similar to how the passage of time feels different for children and adults. Angels might perceive that any amount of time has passed once in a long while, which is why it might have taken them this long to realize that something was off with our universe."
"You are an incredibly bright kid," Whis gave Gohan a fond smile. "You are also wrong. It just so happened that both the Great Priest and some other angels have noticed that we have "cheated" in artificially inflating our universe's Mortal Level to a ridiculous degree. That being said, upon closer investigation, the Great Priest has decided not to delete our universe, because he has concluded that angelic hands did not commit the transgression against Mortal Level. It was an ignorant mortal that has committed it. That being said, because normally noticing and correcting such transgressions is the job of a God of Destruction, Beerus-sama might be in for a nasty punishment. Then again, it's entirely his fault that he destroyed Heaven and had to spend the last thirty years assisting the Supreme Kai with repairs, so he brought the dozens of thousands of belly rubs he'll receive as a result on himself."
"B-Belly rubs?" Krillin's left eye twitched, trying to imagine how could this make up for a punishment feared by the gods themselves.
"So, what you're saying is that we need to find and destroy the third Legendary Super Saiyan?" Chayote crossed her arms while biting her lip.
"That is exactly right. Hopefully, it will make the dark cloud shrouding our Mortal Level vanish without a trace before the Great Priest has to bring the matter to Zen-Oh-sama's attention and it forces him to punish Beerus-sama himself," Whis nodded.
"But this is ludicrous!" Piccolo clenched a fist out in front of him with an uptight look on his face. "We're just back from Planet Vegeta where we faced off against a Legendary Super Saiyan named Broly and Chayote used the Devilmite Beam to kill him. How can there still be three Legendary Super Saiyans alive after that? Are we to believe that there could have been four of them before?"
"Maybe the Mortal Level takes time to update? Maybe we should just all catch some sleep and wait until tomorrow and everything will have set back into place by then?" Yamcha shrugged.
"Hardly," Whis closed his eyes with a bitter expression. "It also cannot be the case that there have been four C-Type S-Cell Saiyans either. That would've caused exponentially more massive inflation of our Mortal Level than the one we've got. Also, the Mortal Level updates in real-time. The only plausible conclusion we can draw from this is…"
"Broly is still alive…" Gohan's face turned serious as he tensed his body up as if he could still see Broly standing and snickering with that psychotic mug right in front of them.
"Correct," Whis nodded with a subtle smirk on his face. "I know this is an awful lot of trouble to place on mortal shoulders but… This Broly of which you speak is an unnatural abomination against the natural order. He is a Legendary Super Saiyan created through mortal hands, rather than born naturally, and he must be destroyed. Naturally, this would be the job of Beerus-sama, under normal circumstances, but the reparation of Heaven is at its final stages and a distraction such as this might set Beerus-sama back entire years, if not decades."
"It's no problem," Piccolo closed his eyes, accepting the responsibility. "We'll take out the trash of the universe for you godly folks."
"Glad to hear it!" Whis pumped his fist with a vibrant nod of his head, cheering on the Dragon Team in a high-pitched voice.
"Make no mistake though, angel," Piccolo showed his fangs with a resentful expression lingering on his face. "It's not out of respect to gods. I have nothing but loathing for you a lot and the last thing I feel like I'd rather do is to do your dirty work for you. However, the good-natured mortal souls deserve a peaceful and serene place to spend their afterlife in rather than be reincarnated with the rest of the chaff. Besides, as a martial artist, I still have unfinished business with that monster."
"Piccolo!" Goku scolded his friend. "Even I know that's a bit stepping out of line!"
"Interesting, you loathe the gods?" Whis wondered with a lingering taste of apathy in his voice. "I'm curious why that is. From the whiff, you seem to have a trace of divinity in you."
"Don't compare me to the likes of you!" Piccolo clenched his fist and reared his fangs with aggression. "My predecessor was born out of the selfish and dire need of a deity to purge themselves of evil. Both he and I lived our lives hated and feared because of the way they created us. Made to be evil, then persecuted and imprisoned for it. Then, just when I thought I had transcended the spiteful and angry lesser part of me, the gods stood idly by while Dr. Puri and King Cold plotted against my home planet and eradicated most of the Namekians, dooming the survivors to a grisly fate. The only reason I agree to use my strength for your benefit is that I hope that the kind-hearted Namekians killed by King Cold and the Artificial Humans get the eternal peace and rest they deserve in Heaven."
"I see…" Whis answered before turning around. Before he could take off, the flamboyant blue angel turned his head around with a teasing smile. "Be that as it may, I'll give you a friendly bit of advice, the way you are now, please don't challenge a god to a fight. You are still several millions of years of training too green for it, pun unintended, of course."
Just like that, the attending angel Whis took off in a booming pillar of starlight, just like the one that brought him here.
