A/N: Hi everyone, happy sunny July! I'm so sorry I haven't updates in nearly a month, it's taken me ages to write this chapter as I have been working so much and am getting married next month! It's all going on so I apologise if my updates aren't as quick! However, I have had ALOT of great ideas for how this story will progress and I cannot wait to write it. There may not be must posted between now and my wedding so I really hope you enjoy this fourteen page long chapter and I really hope it was worth the wait! I cannot believe how much love I'm getting for this story, it honestly means the world as I have always used writing as a little escape :) So glad you are enjoying reading as much as I am writing! Thank you again for your continuing patience, you are all awesome xD ES x
Chapter Seven
Hakai
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It was as though he was in a dream, sleepwalking through every motion in the few hours since he had pulled the Z-Sword out of the stone. Whis couldn't stop smiling, though Kratos had simply refused to even look at him for a good hour or so. Makhai, Alala and Bia had been utterly beside themselves, as were The Supreme Kai and Kibito, who couldn't believe that a mere mortal had managed to free the legendary relic, and with such ease too. Eris and Deimos seemed a little disappointed, but had extended their congratulations to him all the same.
It was like a daze, for now Gohan was stood in the middle of the common room, Z-Sword in hand, watching as the other recruits put their belongings together, ready to leave Lord Beerus' world forever. The first thing that he had noticed about the sword was that it was ridiculously heavy, so heavy in fact, that the young saiyan had barely managed to keep a firm hold of it. When he had dropped out of his transformation due to the shock of actually freeing the relic, he had nearly plunged into the lake below. Once he was able to get a solid grip on it, he had managed to drag it back to the camp, and now it's sharp pointed edge was resting upon the solid stone floor, a small crack beneath it as Gohan leaned on the hilt.
"Well, this is it," Makhai said brightly, clapping his hands together and breaking the halfling out of his thoughts, "I'll miss you mate, good luck with all the destroying."
Gohan couldn't help but chuckle at that, allowing the older boy to grasp a hold of his hand before pulling him into a tight one armed hug, "Thanks Makhai, I'll miss you too. All of you."
"Oh come on, don't get all soppy," snorted Deimos, rolling his eyes at the display of affection, "You're better than that."
The young teen smiled, as Bia moved forwards to embrace him, tears in her yellow eyes.
"Oh Gohan," she wept, grabbing his head and clutching him tightly to her bosom, "It has been such an honour to fight alongside you! It's much sooner than expected, too soon even, but our paths must d-diverge!"
"Give him some air Bia," Alala chuckled, nudging her out of the way and saving the halfling from her deathly strong grip. "Besides, it's not all doom and gloom. Did you not hear what The Supreme Kai said? He was so impressed with us that he's enlisted us all to become sentinels of the universe, he's naming it the Supreme Guard."
"The Supreme Guard?" the young saiyan quirked.
"Bit righteous sounding if you ask me," said Eris, "But essentially that's what we will be, guardians of the universe."
"Yeah, we'll train on the Grand Kai's planet directly under the big boss himself," Makhai chimed, "If anything goes down that's a bit untoward then we'll be called upon to kick some galactic arse!"
"Sounds like it will be an adventure," Gohan grinned, causing Alala to beam.
"Well come on then," Eris huffed after a beat of silence, picking her duffle bag off of the floor, "Let's go and start this damned adventure before Makhai starts crying again."
"I'm not crying!" the fanged boy choked, hiding his face, "I've just got something in my eye!"
Eris and Deimos rolled their eyes before giving Gohan a wave, shoving Makhai out of the door as they went.
To Gohan's surprise, a strong hand clapped him on the shoulder. It was odd, Kratos hadn't spoke to him since they were back on the Kai's sacred world.
"Don't mess it up," said Kratos with a hardened stare before the halfling could speak, his own belongings tossed over his shoulder, "I hope you know just how important this opportunity is, and that one of us will eagerly take your place should you fail."
"I'll do my best not to let you down then," he replied, giving him a cheeky smile.
The older teen grunted in response, grasping Bia's hand and dragging her out with him.
"Bye Gohan!" She waved, "Train hard!"
"I will!" he waved back, before realising that only Alala remained.
"Still here?" he asked, causing her to smile brightly.
"I just wanted to give you something," said the violet-skinned girl, causing his brow to furrow in confusion.
"Oh really? Wha-?" Gohan was cut short, as Alala leaned forwards, and pressed her lips to his cheek.
It had lasted all of a second when she pulled back, giving him a winning smile, "Good luck."
All he could do was stare numbly after her as her footsteps retreated down the corridor and out of the camp. The halfling was blushing to the roots of his hair, his lips parted in shock as he brushed his fingers over the tingling space where Alala's lips had touched his skin.
"Ahem."
There was a sudden overwhelming pressure that appeared behind him, causing him to whirl around, his eyes wide as they settled on the newcomers.
Just how long had they been standing there?!
Whis was giving him a wicked smile, a knowing glint in his eye. Beside him, was the one and only Lord Beerus, awake for the first time since he had met him, whose icy stare positively penetrated his entire being. He did not look pleased.
"I'll have you know that this is a sacred place," the God of Destruction leered at him, "And no canoodling of any sort is allowed on my planet, boy."
"I-I didn't! I wasn't!" Gohan spluttered, utterly mortified and praying that Lord Beerus didn't destroy him where he stood.
"Now now Lord Beerus," Whis mustered, "Let's not tease our new junior destroyer. He's already had a testing day."
"Humph," the cat-like deity huffed, "Then he shouldn't make it so easy."
The teenager couldn't help but scowl as Whis spoke, the gem on his sceptre flashing green, "Oh my, it seems that we are already late for our appointment on Planet Buta my Lord."
"Oh yes," Beerus purred thoughtfully, scratching his chin, "How could I have forgotten our inspection of that festering mud hole they call a planet."
"It has been several decades since our last inspection," the Angel said pointedly, "They may have set things straight by now. I hear they have a new king."
"I'll be the judge of that," the God scoffed before turning his focus to Gohan, "Come on then boy, let's get going."
"M-me?" the young saiyan blinked, "I'm coming with you?"
Beerus snorted, "Of course. What, did you think you could have a nice relax now that you've proven your worth? Well think again, the real hard work begins now."
"But didn't you want me to train with the Z-Sword?" he asked, remembering the conversation Whis had with him right after he had withdrew sword from stone. He had told Gohan that training with the relic would in turn make him stronger, and that in order to use it to it's full potential, he must master it.
"Certainly Gohan," said Whis, "But that will come later. First theory, then practical."
"Exactly," Lord Beerus said haughtily, "it takes more than just paltry training to become a Destroyer, even with the Z-Sword."
Gohan gulped, as he narrowed his eyes at him, before turning to his mentor, "Whis, you've obviously been too soft on the boy, maybe I should just destroy you for your incompetence."
The teenager's eyes widened, surely he wasn't serious?
"Death threats my Lord?" Whis chuckled heartily, "My, it's been a while since you've stooped so low. Did you wake up on the wrong side of the bed?"
Beerus growled, as the Angel continued, "Young Gohan may have come a long way from his short time here, but he is aware that he still has an even longer way to go. Ah, which reminds me."
Gohan jumped as a sudden silvery light engulfed his frame, courtesy of Whis' sceptre. He felt the clothes he was wearing fly off his back, replaced by thicker, heavier more durable ones that made him gasp as he stared at his reflection in the mirror that Whis had materialised for him.
For where his mentor's signature blue tracksuit had been, was a deeper sky blue ceremonial garb. The cloak was sleeveless and open at the torso, with a high collar and fell to just above his ankles, exposing his muscular arms and bare chest. A golden hem was threaded around the edges, and it had splits up each side which allowed for free movement of his legs that were covered in bright white gi trousers. From the belt hung a piece of long black fabric that met in a point between his legs, with three white and gold diamonds decorating it. Not too dissimilar to Lord Beerus' gi. Matching blue, white and gold boots adorned his feet, and solid gold wristbands were attached to each wrist, including one in his hair that was tied back in between his shoulder blades in a short ponytail.
As Gohan gaped at his reflection, Whis voiced his very thoughts, "That's much better. Now you're really looking like a God of Destruction."
"Hurry up Whis, it already takes nineteen minutes to get there," Lord Beerus yawned loudly, "Ugh, I hate long flights."
The teenager frowned, nineteen minutes didn't seem like that long to him.
"Well it is on the other side of the galaxy my Lord," said Whis with mild exasperation, gesturing to the sudden appearance of a lunchbox in his hand, the mirror long gone, "I've taken the liberty of making you a snack for the journey."
"Well why didn't you say so?" the deity spouted greedily, swiftly moving behind him and placing his hand on his back, "Let's get to it. Hurry up boy, and don't make me tell you again."
Gohan jumped to attention immediately, placing his hand on Whis' back as the light from The Warp encompassed them. They shot into the air, bursting through the atmosphere of Beerus' planet and out into the stars. Planets and moons whizzed past them as Lord Beerus tucked into his snacks, though Gohan was rather pleased to find that Whis had made him a lunchbox also.
It was a good job too, for the young saiyan did not realise what was about to come.
The King's Palace, Planet Buta, West Galaxy
Gohan had never been to such an extravagant place. Even though the planet itself wasn't too grand to speak of. It was much smaller than Earth, situated at the edge of the Western province of the universe with several moons encircling it's orange sky. Though the young saiyan was rather glad to land, after having to listen to Beerus complain about the universal transportation system for the last nineteen minutes.
The Warp had touched down in a fairly pristine courtyard of an ancient looking palace, with high rising towers and spiralling stone structures. It reminded Gohan of a castle out of one of his fairytale books his mother used to read to him as a very small child, until he learned to read himself of course and decided he was too old for such fantasy. Come to think of it, that wasn't long after he had been kidnapped by his estranged uncle, Raditz.
Lost in his memories for a rare moment, the young saiyan almost got left behind, as he realised that Whis and Lord Beerus were already walking ahead of him, several guards greeting them at the foot of a gleaming marble flagged staircase leading up to the palace entrance.
It was safe to say that every single person they came across was utterly terrified of Beerus, guards stood rapidly to attention as he walked by, maids and servants bowed in his wake, not one of them making eye contact, as if they were afraid that he would destroy them instantly if they so much as looked at him funny. Gohan could have sworn that even the suits of armour were shaking in fright.
He trotted along behind Whis and Lord Beerus obediently, trying to pay attention to what a trembling humanoid pig was saying about the state of the planet's politics and affairs but was too busy staring at the magnificent palace.
Lord Beerus seemed to be bored by the alien's spouting, that was until they came to a pair of enormous oak doors that had the most delicious smell coming from inside. The deity's ears perked up, his nose twitched, and he allowed the alien, who Gohan learned was the King's right hand, to show them inside.
The doors opened to reveal a grand hall, with a long mahogany table at the centre of the room. China and shining golden cutlery was set out for a feast, with around fifty chairs alining each side of the table. Slimmer, grey-skinned guards lined the walls, looking straight ahead, their knuckles white as they grasped tightly onto their staff-like weapons for dear life.
The young saiyan was immediately ordered by the Destroyer to sit at his right side, which he did so without question as Lord Beerus seated himself at the head of the table in a chair that resembled a throne. Whis stood behind the throne to the deity's left, his features stoic as a bumbling King started forward.
Were it not for the glittering crown and jewels, Gohan wouldn't have thought he was the ruler of the planet. He certainly didn't carry himself like a King, and was just as terrified of Lord Beerus as everyone else, almost tripping on his long crimson cape as he hurriedly bowed to them.
"L-Lord Beerus," the pig-like King mustered, the crown nearly slipping off his head as he bowed too deeply, "W-what an honour i-it i-is to have y-you grace our p-planet."
"Save your pleasantries King Hoggart," Beerus sighed with a wave of his paw, "I'm hungry. We'll discuss the matter of whether your planet deserves to remain intact after I have inspected your people's cuisine."
"O-Of course your Lordship!" King Hoggart spluttered, "M-My apologies!"
Gohan's eyes widened, as with a snap of the King's fingers did an enormous feast appear right in front of them. Plates upon plates of dishes greeted them, and although the smell was tantalising, the young saiyan couldn't even imagine food that looked less appetising. Severed alien-looking fish heads protruded out of sticky, globular piles of Kami knows what. There were bowls of treacle-like slime that was almost as green as a Namekian. Carcasses of strange animals were dotted all around the table, their large teeth still intact and their empty eyes seemingly staring right at him. Bile rose in his throat, as the bowl of slime in front of him started to bubble and pop. He silently thanked his lucky stars that he had eaten on the way here, as he didn't think he could bare to stomach any of it.
"L-Lord Beerus, please help yourself to this royal feast!" The King bowed again, his eyes pleading, "each course has been meticulously crafted by our world's finest chefs, and I can assure you that their creations are the definition of exquisite. Far from the atrocious feast I believe you encountered on your last visit here centuries ago where you made our world smaller."
"You made their world smaller?!" Gohan blurted suddenly, gaping in shock. He didn't know that was even possible! And all because he didn't like the food?!
"You watch how you speak to Lord Beerus boy!" The King's right hand suddenly spoke up, shooting daggers at him, "Just who do you think you are?"
A tense silence greeted the table, and Whis let out a small giggle behind them.
"King Hoggart," Lord Beerus spoke dangerously, causing the pig humanoid to squeak, "Please advise your staff that the boy they are addressing is to be my successor, and as such should be respected in the same kind as myself. Unless they want to be destroyed of course."
"Y-your successor?" King Hoggart blinked, giving Gohan a fearful look that he wasn't all too comfortable with.
"That's right," said Whis, "May I introduce Son Gohan, our new junior destroyer."
At once, the King was on his knees, as was the attendant who had addressed him, "We're so sorry!" they cried, nearly sobbing, "Please forgive us Lord Gohan!" "We thought you were an assistant to Lord Beerus!"
"Er, it's alright, honestly," said Gohan wearily, his new title incredibly odd to hear, "You can get up, please, I'm not going to hurt you."
"Well there you have it," said Beerus, "You have the junior destroyer's forgiveness. You would be wise not to test him in future."
"Oh thank you!" King Hoggart implored, tears shining in his eyes as he looked towards the halfling, "How gracious you are!"
The teenager honestly didn't know where to look or how to feel, as the destroyer God spoke again, "Now this food you say, your belief is that it is better than what I have tried on your planet before?"
"W-why yes Lord Beerus!" Hoggart nodded enthusiastically, finally getting to his feet, "In fact, every single one of these delicacies have won prestigious awards. I have every c-confidence that y-you will enjoy them."
"Really now?" the deity said, raising an eyebrow, "We'll see about that."
They watched hesitantly, as Beerus picked up his fork and began to poke at some of the dishes surrounding him.
"Please remember your manners Lord Beerus," Whis sighed, as the God continued to sniff each one curiously, picking up a few and examining them before he tapped his fork on a martini glass full of a purple jelly-like substance with a sprinkling of strange fruit on top.
"And what is this?" he asked, the chime of fork upon glass echoing over the grand hall.
At once, all eyes turned to a row of chefs standing at the back of the room, who had all been watching the tasting session nervously.
"Er, it's er, completely organically grilled flash pan rice with a serving of olapanantin your mighty Lordship!" one of them squeaked, shouting his words more than was needed.
Beerus narrowed his eyes, "Ola- opal - olapana-? Are you serious? Tch, what an insufferable name."
The chef started to weep, though the destroyer ignored him. The rest of the room watched with baited breath as Beerus put the glass to his lips, poured the entire contents of the gelatinous substance into his mouth and swallowed.
"Hmmm," he mustered, and to Gohan's surprise he nodded in approval, "Tastier than I expected King, the use of salt is… divine."
The pig-like humanoids let out a breath that they had been holding for quite some time.
"T-Thank you my Lord," King Hoggart sighed, though he still looked nervous, "S-So you won't-?"
"That being said," Beerus continued, using a claw to pick at his teeth, causing them to gulp simultaneously, "There is a greasy feel to the tongue which is odd for what I assume is dessert? What do you make of it, junior destroyer?"
Gohan jumped, as all eyes were upon him at once. His mouth hung open, surely he didn't want him to taste that slimy goop?!
"Well come on," said the destroyer, pushing another glass of the strange dessert towards him, "I'm curious to know what you think, seen as Saiyans are known to eat just about anything that's put in front of them."
He gulped, as the aliens began muttering about his father's race. He caught the words, "He's a Saiyan?!" "Extinct?!" and "Insanely dangerous." Gohan looked towards Whis in apprehension, though the Angel all but gave him a reassuring nod. He supposed that this was what he signed up for after all. He decided to grin and bare it, no matter how disgusting the food looked, he didn't want Beerus to be mad at them after all. The poor aliens looked frightened enough as it was.
Cringing, and pleading with his stomach to keep it down, the young saiyan slowly dragged the dessert towards him. It was slightly unnerving, having every pair of eyes upon him, but he attempted to shrug the feeling off, pressing the glass to his lips and taking a deep breath before mimicking Beerus and pouring the lot into his awaiting mouth.
Instantly, his tastebuds were assaulted by the most foul thing he had ever tasted. It felt as though someone had emptied an entire vessel of table salt in his mouth along with the strongest drain cleaner known to man. The substance was sticky and gloopy, sticking to the roof of his mouth and making it difficult to swallow. He could have sworn that the purple goop was actually crawling by itself, coating his tongue and refusing to go down his throat.
"Something the matter Gohan?" Beerus asked, a smirk playing on his lips.
Gohan vigorously shook his head in response, though all this did was make him feel incredibly sick. He turned green, though finally managed to force the sticky jelly down, swallowing hard, his breathing coming up short.
"W-water!" the halfling croaked desperately, forgetting just where he was as all the moisture from his mouth disappeared, only to be replaced by the taste of salt and grease.
At once, an attendant ran over with a large jug of water and a glass. Though the teen all but grabbed the entire jug and downed it in one, uncaring that some of the liquid spilled out from the sides of his mouth and onto his new garb. He wiped his tongue desperately with his hand when he had finished, tossing the jug over his shoulder where a frantic attendant caught it before it hit the ground, and unable to find a napkin, proceeded to wipe his mouth frantically with the table cloth.
A small chuckle reached his ears, causing him to finally look up, the sick feeling he was experiencing only intensified when he realised that the aliens were staring at him in utter horror.
Beerus continued to chuckle at the sight of the disgusted half-saiyan, before addressing the King once more, "It looks like you have served something to our new junior destroyer that is not to his liking."
"P-please, I'm sure if Lord Gohan would like to try-!" The King started, but was cut off by the destroyer God raising a finger.
"Do not trouble yourself Hoggart, I think we've seen enough," said Lord Beerus, causing the King to tremble with fear, "But count yourself lucky that my successor and I have disagreed slightly in our inspection today. He thought your food was disgusting, whereas I thought it was acceptable. For that, I'll only take half."
"H-Half my Lord?" King Hoggart asked wearily, though Beerus didn't answer, instead Gohan watched in confusion as he tapped his finger upon the table, sending a ripple of purple energy throughout the entire hall.
Before the young saiyan knew what was happening, an enormous pressure filled the air and the entire planet began to shake. The next thing he was aware of, he had been teleported out of the castle, and reappeared in space along with Whis and Lord Beerus, floating before the planet that they had been on a split second beforehand.
Gohan's eyes widened in horror as the entire planet split completely down the centre, and half of it exploded without warning in a shower of blinding light and smoke, sending debris out into the galaxy.
The young teen couldn't believe his eyes, anger swelled in his chest as he rounded upon Beerus, "What the bloody hell was that for?!"
"You were displeased," the deity shrugged indifferently, his dark eyes reflecting the explosion, "Believe me if I was displeased then we would be looking at nothing but space dust."
"W-what?!" Gohan cried, "You can't just go around blowing people up because you didn't like the way their food tasted!"
Beerus turned fully to him, his stare hardening, "Listen here brat, first off you do not tell me what I can and can't do. Second of all, I've done this galaxy a favour. The Butarians have threatened the balance of the universe on multiple occasions, they have waged wars upon other planets with races weaker than theirs for centuries. They are far from good citizens, did you not notice how the King's palace was so grand and the rest of his kingdom practically barren? His people live in poverty due to his overspending on weaponry and sending armies to destroy other planets. Should they step out of line again, I'll make no hesitation to destroy the rest of their world."
"B-but there has to be another way surely?!" the teenager mustered, "Aren't we just as bad as they are if we go around blowing up their planets?!"
"We are destroyers," Beerus spat, "Not prison guards or politicians. Your duty is to maintain the balance of the universe by destroying those who threaten the universal balance, you protect it by destroying. Gods aren't saints, we have a job to do, and it's time you got it through that thick skull of yours before I have to beat it into you."
Gohan snapped his mouth shut, though he was still scowling. Beerus was correct in what he was saying, that he was a destroyer not an all out protector. He couldn't do one without the other. But still, something just didn't sit right with him. Luckily, before the destroyer God could shout at him anymore, did Whis interrupt them.
"I think we've had enough for one day," the Angel said almost tentatively, "Let's get you both home, I think we're all in need of some proper sustenance."
The bright light of The Warp encompassed them once more, and in a flash they disappeared, leaving the severed planet and it's broken remains behind them.
Gohan went straight to his chambers as soon as they landed back on Beerus' world, now empty and devoid of laughter and banter. He slumped on his bed, the sleeping quarters now eerily quiet. His shoulders felt heavy, as he brushed his messy spikes away from his eyes. Doubt creeping in once more.
Had he picked the right thing?
He had been so shocked, yet ecstatic when he had freed the Z-Sword. He had proven every single one of the other recruits wrong, excelled in everything he had come across in his training here. And yet… he was still troubled. It was obvious that Lord Beerus thought that he needed to toughen up, the Butarians weren't exactly model citizens after all. But Gohan didn't feel comfortable with the deity just blowing up half of their planet like that. No matter how bad they were.
He sighed, the sickly feeling in his stomach causing it to churn like no tomorrow, and he was certain that it wasn't just the after effects of that disgusting jelly he had eaten on Planet Buta.
Deciding he was better off letting out some frustration rather than wallowing in self pity, the young saiyan jumped from his bed and grabbed the Z-Sword from where it rested against the wall beside his dresser and carried it with some difficultly out into the courtyard. Whis may have had some special training lined up for him with the legendary sword, but Gohan was indeed to eager to wait for that. The only thing he had managed to do with it was lift and carry it due to its enormous weight. Though the teenager reasoned that Whis' training may be more successful if he had already mastered how to wield it without falling over.
The sky was dark now, night had fallen, the distant stars and planets illuminating Gohan's path as he walked further down the path and into the overgrowth where he could be certain that he wouldn't get caught by Whis or Lord Beerus. He didn't want to get a scolding for training without their permission.
Finding a clearing, the young saiyan set to work, taking off his ceremonial cloak and hanging it over the hilt of the sword, the sharp point embedded into the grass. He stretched and warmed up by performing a few katas and shadow boxing. Once he got his adrenaline pumping, Gohan grabbed the Z-Sword and swiped it through the air with some difficulty, the weight almost causing him to topple over backwards when he lifted it high into the air. Putting his weight behind it, the halfling gritted his teeth, slashing and swiping through the air, and was please to find that he was seeing a little improvement as the hours slipped by.
He wasn't entirely certain just how long he had spent training, but he was certainly feeling the impact of it. His muscles were aching, his entire body dripping with sweat and his hair even messier than before due to the amount of times that he had ran his fingers out of it in an attempt to keep the mane from falling into his eyes.
Hours after he began, did he feel a small presence watching him from the shadows. Though as soon as he noticed it was it gone, causing the halfling to shrug it off without a second thought, turning his full focus to his training.
Gohan woke up the next morning feeling groggy, his muscles ached unforgivingly due to the intense workout he had put himself through with the Z-Sword overnight. After the Oracle Fish had left him with his thoughts, the young saiyan had decided to continue training for a little longer, only deciding that maybe he should go to bed when the sky steadily started to brighten.
He hadn't gotten enough sleep that was for certain, though apparently Whis was none the wiser, and even if he was he didn't seem to care that he was invading his sleeping quarters not long after the young saiyan had gone to bed, setting off an abundance of sand timers in order to rouse the boy from his slumber.
"Wake up sleepy head!" Whis sang, before setting off another sand bomb that exploded in a blinding white light, sending another tremendous aftershock through the chamber and blowing Gohan's sheets completely off his bed.
The teenager groaned heavily, creaking open an eyelid only to be greeted by his master's smiling face.
"Good grief you're worse than Lord Beerus to rouse nowadays," the Angel chuckled heartily, "It must be all of those teenage hormones of yours."
"Are you done mocking me?" Gohan growled, still half asleep.
"Snappy too," Whis giggled with glee, "Would you look at that! Sure signs that you're growing up young one."
The young halfling groaned again, sitting upright in bed and attempting to blink the sleep from his eyes, "What time is it?"
"Time you were up and out of bed junior destroyer," said Whis, "We have many things to get on with today, so you'd better be quick about it and get showered and dressed.
"Is it more planets that need to be 'taken care of'?," he asked glumly, causing his mentor to smile.
"No not at all," he replied, "Though you'd better stop with that little attitude of yours mister or we'll leave you behind today, I doubt Lord Beerus will stand for it."
"Sorry," Gohan said meekly, "I'm just tired is all."
"I would think so," Whis said knowingly, "What with you training until the crack of dawn last night."
The teenager gaped, "W-What? How did you-?"
"I think parents on your world would call it having 'eyes in the back of their heads'," the Angel laughed, "And I would have to too, what with a young half-saiyan running around the planet."
Gohan sweated nervously, he didn't look like he was going to be getting away with a lot where Whis was concerned.
"Not that I mind you training of course," said Whis almost proudly, "In fact, I think it's wonderful that you took the initiative to get used to the way the Z-Sword handled before we began training with it to it's full potential."
"Thank you Master Whis," the teen saiyan implored, glad that he wasn't in trouble.
The blue-skinned deity smiled, "Now are you ready for your first full day of being a junior destroyer?"
He gulped, then nodded fiercely, "As ready as I'll ever be."
"That's the spirit!" the Angel chimed, "I'll meet you in the meadow in ten takks!"
Gohan sighed as Whis teleported away, yawning widely and giving his body a good stretch before he got ready for the day. Once showered and dressed, he headed to the dining hall where an enormous breakfast was awaiting him. With his belly full of good food and feeling a little more chipper, the young saiyan made his way to the meadow, where Whis and Lord Beerus were already waiting for him.
"Are you excited for your first training session as an official destroyer Gohan?" asked Whis pleasantly, eyeing the Z-Sword he had brought with him.
He nodded eagerly. Morals aside, the teenager was rather looking forward to more training, he was eager to see just what techniques Whis had in store for him to learn.
"Excellent," said the Angel, smiling, "I've asked Lord Beerus to help us with today's session, as you'll be learning about the energy of destruction, or Hakai as it is known amongst the Gods. You saw Lord Beerus demonstrate only a mere faction of that power yesterday on Planet Buta."
Gohan grimaced slightly, though he tried not to let it show on his features as Whis continued.
"Energy of destruction is very difficult to master and control," he informed him, "The energy itself is stemmed from hate and rage within a persons heart, fuelled by grief and fear. It is one of the very reasons that Gods of Destruction were previously mortal, as such qualities are abundant amongst mortals. Hakai is formed by everything negative in the universe in order to be able to destroy, whereas the opposite applies to the Gods of Creation, they use positive energy to create. Does that make sense Gohan?"
"It does yeah," the young saiyan replied, "But I don't really feel any of that stuff towards anyone. How can you be so sure that I can create it? Didn't you once say that my heart was pure?"
"Ah you see, you misunderstood my dear boy," said Whis, "For although you have pure intentions, you carry all of those qualities within you from all of those horrific experiences you have endured in your mortal life. Your childhood was not a happy one, different than that of any other Earthling. You were the first half-saiyan to be born after all, that in itself must have been difficult, your super saiyan transformations alone are triggered by rage and grief, and you transformed so young too. Think about it, look deep inside of yourself, how did you cope with balancing your warrior blood with that of your gentle human nature?"
He paused, as Gohan became deep in thought. He reflected on his childhood, where everything had been so peaceful and happy until he was four years old. Images of him being kidnapped by his deranged uncle flashed within his mind, the sound of his fathers screams as he was tortured to within an inch of his life echoed like a ghost in his ears. He remembered the gripping fear taking hold of him when Nappa charged. Piccolo's death, Krillin's death, Frieza's laughter, Cell's taunting, death, death and more death. He remembered the agonising grief he felt as his father said goodbye for the last time, the hatred towards himself, the all encompassing rage.
He felt as though he had disappointed them, his mother and father both. Where his father wanted him to be a great fighter like him and protect the world, his mother wanted him to become an academic so that he could have a stable life and keep out of danger. But what was a young boy supposed to do with such power and smarts? How could he do both? But none of that mattered if Cell was going to blow the whole planet up anyway, his parents dreams for him would never come true.
And they still wouldn't. Fate was funny like that. For now Gohan had chosen his own path, chosen something that was never apart of his parent's plans. The grief, fear and guilt of leaving Earth still remained, the constant doubt of whether or not he had chosen the right thing to do still lingered. He had never gone against his parents wishes before after all, brought up in a household of discipline, stemming from both his mother's royal roots and his father's martial arts. For the first time in a long time, he wondered how they were doing back on Earth without him, which only seemed to solidify Whis' theory.
Oh yes, those feelings were there alright. Buried deep within his heart but burning true all the same.
"That's it Gohan, remember those feelings," Whis said gently, reading his thoughts, "Now, try to concentrate that negativity into a fixed point, allow it to rise up from within, and slowly let it out."
Gohan breathed deeply, attempting to let down the walls that he had built up around his heart. It was difficult, though a swell of golden energy burst to life around his frame, much like his super saiyan aura, which Whis caught onto straight away.
"Better, better," he nodded, "But try not to let the trigger for your super saiyan transformation take over. This is something different. Try to push more of the fear and grief into it instead of rage."
It was agonising, having to relive every painful memory. He didn't want to feel this way, his instinct was to push the negativity back down, but he forced it forward, letting it come forth and out of his body like energy. At once, his golden aura turned into a deep purple, small purple particles lifting off his body in waves and up into the air.
"Well done," his mentor's soft voice penetrated through the darkness, "Now try to concentrate it into a fixed point. The palm of your hand is the easiest."
The young saiyan gritted his teeth, it was so hard! He concentrated more desperately than he had done in his entire life, focusing the negative energy towards his fist. Where, slowly but surely, a small fist-sized sphere appeared in the palm of his hand, swirling with black particles of dark matter. The power emitting from the sphere was extraordinary, but dark, so dark that the halfling couldn't believe that it was he that had created it.
No sooner had he opened his eyes to marvel at the energy, did it disappear and Gohan's legs buckled underneath him. He panted, trying to steady himself as his energy suddenly drained from the amount of negativity that had erupted from his Ki.
"Well I have to say," said Lord Beerus, looking mildly impressed, "I didn't think a soft hearted cry baby like you could manage it. And you produced a sphere of destruction energy on your first try too."
"Y-you feel that every time you have to use that energy?" Gohan asked, his head still reeling.
Beerus shrugged, "You get used to it. Those feelings won't bother you after you've fully mastered it."
"Was that a compliment I heard from you my Lord?" Whis chuckled, causing the God to scoff.
"As if!" He growled, "I was merely pointing out the fact that he wasn't entirely useless!"
"Whatever you say my Lord," sighed the Angel, before turning to Gohan, "Gohan, now you have seen how to obtain the Hakai, I want you to practise bringing it out until you have mastered it. This energy, once mastered can erase anything or anyone from existence. However, other godly or powerful entities can destroy it also. It can also be used as a barrier, the aura you created around your body if strong enough, can destroy everything it touches. All energy attacks weaker than the user dissipate out of existence, thus protecting the user from any damage that they might have sustained from the attack."
The young teen's eyes widened as he clambered back to his feet, "It sounds insanely powerful."
"You have to be powerful to use it," said Beerus, "But the stronger you become, the stronger your Hakai will be also."
"Would you like to try and use it?" asked Whis, looking pointedly over at a nearby tree that was old and withered, "That tree is dying already, why don't you put it out of it's misery and destroy it?"
Gohan blinked, hesitating as the deities watched him intensely.
Lord Beerus rolled his eyes in exasperation, "Oh for Zalama's sake! We're not asking you to go ahead and destroy a planet already boy! It's a damned tree, already on it's way out! This is mere child's play."
The teenager scowled, before a reassuring smile from Whis gave him the boost of confidence he needed. After all, what sort of a destroyer God would he be if he couldn't master the energy of destruction?
With a heavy sigh, Gohan lost himself within his dark memories, concentrating on bringing them to the surface. It happened a lot quicker this time, the Hakai gathered in his palm, swirling with dark energy, growing much bigger than before. He could feel the sheer magnitude of power pulsating in his palm, sending ripples of negative energy across the meadow.
"Excellent," he heard Whis say gently, "Now direct that energy towards the tree, concentrate on it's life force, it's small but it's still there. You did to will it away Gohan, wish it from existence whilst reciting the word 'Hakai'. Take your time, my boy."
The young saiyan focused hard on the dying tree, fighting against the darkness that was threatening to engulf him. With he shuddering breath, his eyes hardened, and for the first time Gohan let the word roll off his tongue, "Hakai!"
It felt foreign, alien even to wish something didn't exist anymore. But even still he released the blast from his palm and it illuminated the emerald grass in a harsh violet glow as it sped towards the mottled bark. He watched as is connected, and the old tree pulsated before dissipating in a spiral of purple particles, wiped from existence forever.
His knees suddenly buckled underneath him, his palms hitting the grass as the sweat rolled from his brow, his energy spent. Gohan panted, his arms shaking as he struggled to hold his own weight.
"Well now I certainly wasn't expecting that," Whis observed, blinking rapidly at the space where the tree used to be, "On your first try too, not even Lord Beerus managed that."
"Shut up!" the destroyer growled, though he couldn't hide the fact that he was rather impressed by the halfling.
The Angel smiled, as Gohan recovered, his head reeling, "Your talent never ceases to amaze me Gohan. How did it feel?"
"Weird," he replied, getting shakily to his feet, "I can't believe that I actually destroyed something."
"Well get used to it," said Beerus, "because that was only a taste of the power of Hakai. Tell me, do you feel guilty?"
"Not really," the young saiyan said honestly, "I mean, the tree was already dying I suppose."
"And that's exactly the right attitude to have," said Whis, "There must be a reasoning behind every destruction. You must always question your actions, wiping something from existence does not come lightly."
Gohan nodded in understanding as his mentor continued, "But for now we will take a break from the Hakai, it is very difficult to harness and control and I wouldn't want you to get worn out before our training session is over."
"I agree," said Lord Beerus, "That was more than enough for a suitable warm up, now I think it's time I tested you."
The young halfling's eyes widened, "T-Test me?"
"Why yes," Whis said with a smile, "It is only proper for the God you are destined to succeed to test your strength, and this is just the beginning. Lord Beerus is to become your new sparring partner, you can learn a great deal from him."
"S-spar?!" Gohan spluttered, the terror gripping at his chest like claws, "Y-you want me to spar with Lord Beerus?!"
"What's the matter brat?" the deity snorted, "Surely you realise that to become my successor you have to reach a level of power that is equal to or above mine? We have a limited amount of time before my life cycle ends, so you'd better stop your snivelling and power up."
He gulped apprehensively, though he couldn't help but notice the darkness in Beerus' eyes as he spoke about his end, it seemed to solidify the reality that he really would be taking the deity's place in the order of the cosmos. He had a few centuries to reach Beerus' level of power, but still, he had to start somewhere right?
With that thought in might, the young saiyan grit his teeth before letting out a guttural roar, bringing every inch of his power flooding to the surface. His golden aura sprang to life, pulsating around his muscular frame as bolts of electricity jolted across his torso. His eyes turned a vibrant emerald green as his golden hair spiked and grew longer, reaching down to his ankles. His eyebrows disappeared altogether as his stare hardened, standing in all his super saiyan glory before the God of Destruction.
"Well, this is new," Beerus observed, "It looks like you've gained a fair amount of power from your time here, boy."
"This is what Gohan likes to call a super saiyan three my Lord," Whis informed him, "A level beyond which you have seen before in his fight against the android Cell."
"What a cheesy name," said the cat-like God, before addressing him, "and you think this poorly named form will be enough to go toe to toe against me?"
"I'm going to give it my best shot," Gohan stated boldly, as another bolt of lightening rippled across his aura.
"Very well," said Beerus, a smirk playing on his lips as he folded his arms across his chest, "Let's see what you've got, no holding back now."
With no time to waste, Gohan kicked off from the ground and careened towards his opponent, aiming a powerful punch straight for his head. Though to his surprise and utter horror, his fist was caught effortlessly by the awaiting God, halting Gohan's momentum in it's tracks. It was as though his hand was trapped in solid steel, as Beerus' mighty grip seemed to stop him from moving altogether.
"Oh come on," the deity said mockingly, "I thought you said you were going to try your best?"
The teenager growled, and in a burst of golden Ki, managed to free himself from the hold. Flipping over backwards with his long golden hair whipping wildly in the air, the young saiyan skidded to a halt before launching himself back towards Lord Beerus at a tremendous speed.
His deadly kick swiped through the space which the deity had previously occupied a split second before, and alas, he was nowhere to be found, and had seemingly disappeared in the blink of an eye. A small chuckle came from behind him, causing the halfling to whirl around, where a smirking Beerus stood unharmed.
Becoming frustrated, Gohan pushed his Ki a little higher, his golden aura sparking as he attacked his predecessor once more. To the halfling's great annoyance, and astonishment, he couldn't even hit him. Every kick, every punch, every well aimed blow was effortlessly dodged by the destroyer - and Lord Beerus wasn't even breaking a sweat. In fact, he looked bored.
"Stop dodging me and fight!" the young saiyan spat hotly, getting increasingly annoyed as Beerus ducked underneath his fist once more before letting out a yawn. The raging power of his super saiyan three transformation coursing through his veins certainly did not help his mood.
"If you showed me something worthy of a challenge boy then maybe I would have to actually lift a finger," he drawled, phasing out of the way of Gohan's elbow strike and reappearing a few feet away.
The teenager grit his teeth, relenting in the fact that he was dripping with sweat, panting relentlessly as he was quickly running out of stamina. The meadow was littered with holes and craters, one seemingly seemed to go straight through to the other side of the planet curtesy of Gohan's fist missing Beerus' head and connecting with the ground instead. Whis floated a ways above them, watching the fight with a stoic expression.
"You want something worth while then fine!" Gohan shouted suddenly, before blasting high into the air and cupping his hands to his side. If anything, this was certain to get Beerus to stop mocking him.
"Ka…meh…" he started to chant as the bright blue orb swelled in between his palms, though Lord Beerus merely looked up in curiosity.
"Ha…meh…"
The orb grew and grew, encompassing the entire planes in a vibrant blue and white hue. The young saiyan knew it was risky, to unleash a Kamehameha Wave whilst in this form, the sheer power of it would be enough to destroy the Earth ten times over by his reckoning. Still, this was Beerus the Destroyer he was up against. And he was expecting him to give it his all.
"HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!" A rip-roaring scream echoed over the planet as the blast erupted, heading straight for the deity.
The wave was enormous, eclipsing Beerus' world as Gohan poured every inch of his strength into the attack. With another bellow, the young saiyan cut off the blast for want of not destroying the planet. Though to his confusion, the beam of the Kamehameha seemed to swirl in motion as it reached Beerus, before coming to an abrupt stop.
The teenager's eyes widened, as the destroyer halted his attack with one clawed finger before it seemingly evaporated into thin air, as if Gohan had never unleashed it in the first place. Still reeling from shock, the young saiyan didn't notice that Beerus was no longer standing beneath him until he was right in front of his face.
He blinked, staring into the beetle black eyes of the God of Destruction as he spoke dangerously, "Allow me to show you the true power of a God."
Lord Beerus moved so fast that Gohan didn't even have time to contemplate just what was happening until the greatest pain he had ever felt hit him right between the eyes. It felt like his entire bones shook with the force, as Beerus had indeed flicked him in the forehead. But what looked like such a simple move was sheer agony for the young hybrid, and the move generated such force that he was sent flying through the skies at an impressive speed, before Beerus managed to halt him in his tracks by materialising behind him and delivering a fast chop to the neck which caused him to loose his transformation all together. Barely conscious, the Gohan was sent tumbling to the ground, where he landed in a pitiful heap, a crater forming rapidly around his broken body and sending mud and dirt flinging into the air.
Beerus landed at the foot of the crater, and was shortly joined by Whis, who peered at the dazed teenager with observant eyes.
"Well, I must admit that lasted longer than I thought, feeling gracious are we my Lord?"
The God snorted, "I just wanted to see what the brat was made of."
"Oh really?" Whis eyed him in amusement, "And what do you think?"
Lord Beerus sighed in distain, "He'll have to do I suppose, but he needs work."
"Owwwwww."
The deities looked towards the whimpering halfling in the crater, who was steadily coming to, though he couldn't find the will or energy to move his arms or legs, his body practically embedded into the ground. Blood dripped unforgivingly from his mouth, and his body was littered with several cuts and bruised, his ceremonial garb dirt laden and torn to shreds.
Beerus tutted haughtily at the sight, "You deal with this. I'm bored, I'm going for a nap."
"I'll wake you up at lunchtime Lord Beerus, we wouldn't want you sleeping in again what with so much to teach our new junior destroyer," Whis told his retreating form, though Beerus merely raised a hand in affirmation before settling himself down on the grass a few feet away, folding his arms underneath his head and resting his eyes.
The Angel sighed as he turned his attention back to the crater, watching as Gohan attempted to open his eyes, though the young saiyan was wincing too much in pain.
"Now this just won't do," said Whis, and with a quick wave of his staff was the teenager fully healed, even his clothes were restored to their full grandeur.
Gohan sprang up almost immediately, his onyx eyes darting around him as he looked down at his healed body. After clenching and unclenching his fists a few times, the young saiyan steadily got to his feet, where the shock of Lord Beerus' strength appeared to hit him full force.
"What the bloody hell was that?!" he cried, causing his mentor to tut at his outburst.
"Please do mind your language Gohan."
"Sorry," he apologised quickly, before he spluttered, "But I mean how?! I knew Lord Beerus' strength was far beyond mine but I couldn't even touch him!"
"Do not let it discourage you young one," said Whis with a small smile, "Lord Beerus has been training for millions of years. If anything, your sparring session this morning should give you something to work towards, to aspire to."
"But master Whis," he started, "I don't think I'll-"
"Always with the seed of doubt," the Angel interrupted, "Do you honestly think that I would have hand picked you if I didn't think that one day you could be as strong as or even surpass Lord Beerus?"
Gohan hesitated,"…No."
"Well then, that's that discussion over with I think," said Whis, nodding curtly, his ever observant eyes settling on the Z-Sword which was laying near a boulder from where it had toppled over due to the force of Gohan and Beerus' spar, "Why don't we spent the rest of the day training with the Z-Sword? I have to say I am rather excited to see how it handles."
The teenager nodded enthusiastically, eager to show his mentor what he had achieved with the sword so far when he stopped short. The glistening hilt glinted in the sunlight that encompassed Beerus' world, and for a moment Gohan could have sworn that he saw something looking back at him in the reflection of the blade as he bent down to grab it.
As always, Whis caught onto the halfling's sudden change in demeanour, "Something wrong Gohan?"
He shook himself mentally, though he couldn't help but tell Whis about something that had been bothering him ever since he had freed sword from stone. At first he had thought that he might have sounded crazy, but even still, it might be worth mentioning.
"I heard a voice."
Whis blinked, "A voice?"
"Yeah," said Gohan, "Yesterday, in the Kai's realm before I pulled out the Z-Sword, I heard a voice when I came near it. Something told me to turn into a super saiyan and believe in myself."
He watched his mentor carefully, who looked a little taken aback at first, before a great smile drew across his lips, "How extraordinary. That certainly is something."
"I thought I was going crazy," the young teen informed him, "But I heard it a couple of times. Was it something on the Kai's world? Or do you think I was just hearing things?"
"Who knows?" Whis shrugged happily, "Are you quite certain you heard it?"
"Well uh," replied sheepishly, mistaking his master's gleeful attitude for amusement. He suddenly felt stupid for even mentioning it, "I think so, though I might have still been tired from the battle with Scurge."
"Quite right, that is also a possibility," the blue-skinned deity nodded, before briskly moving on, "Now the sword, how does it feel."
"Still a little heavy," Gohan said honestly, "But I don't think it'll take long to get used to the weight."
"That's the spirit," said Whis, smiling, "I believe that you'll get stronger just by training with it alone, but you see the Z-Sword has another useful property that I think will become very useful should you ever need to use it in a fight or in battle."
The teenager quirked an eyebrow, as the Angel continued, "Do you remember what I told you about the legend of the Z-Sword Gohan?"
"Um, something about the two becoming one weapon, capable of cutting down the mightiest of foes?"
"Correct," Whis nodded, "The sword has many special qualities that you will learn about with time, though one of them I think is best learned as quickly as possible in order to help you master the might of the Z-Sword."
Gohan blinked, he certainly had a lot of homework to do, and something told him that getting beaten up by Beerus was going to be a regular occurrence.
"Because you freed the Z-Sword with such ease, I have no doubt that mastering this technique will come easily to you," said Whis, as the teenager listened intently, "It is true that the wielder becomes one with the legendary sword, and as such has the ability to summon it at will, despite how far away the wielder is from it, even across dimensions. It is drawn to you whenever you need it, all you have to do his outstretch your wielding hand and summon it with your mind. If it is already bound you, then it will come."
"Woah!" Gohan said in amazement, "That's wicked!"
"Indeed," his mentor chuckled, "Want to give it a go?"
"Yeah!" the child in him practically squealed in excitement, it sounded so cool.
"Well then, go ahead," said Whis, stepping to the side and allowing the teen to throw the relic as hard as he could.
He watched it go, speeding across the meadow and off into the distance towards the dark forest that surrounded Beerus' castle. He was rather impressed with himself, all that training he had done last night had certainly paid off, especially when he had struggled to even lift it yesterday morning.
Whis signalled he was allowed to call the sword back to him with a brisk nod, and Gohan eagerly outstretched his right hand. Nothing happened for a good few seconds, and the young saiyan started to feel a little disappointed when a loud whistling reached their ears. His onyx eyes widened, as the Z-Sword, in all his shining glory, hurtled back towards him at break neck speeds, slicing through the air and causing the teen to brace himself.
He started to panic, as the ancient relic was showing no signs of slowing down. Whis seemed to notice this to, his eyes darting from the rapidly approaching sword to the distressed halfling, "Gohan, try to slow it down with your mind or else -!"
BOOM!
It was too late, as the hilt of the Z-Sword collided with his chest, clotheslining the poor teenager right off his feet. The sheer weight of the relic knocked all the air out of his lungs, and that accompanied by the momentum sent him flying off into the distance where he crashed unceremoniously through a row of mountains with a serious of sonic booms, sending clouds of ash and dust exploding into the air as he went.
Whis winced with each mountain that Gohan collided with, until he finally came to a halt deep within the valley.
"Oh dear," said the Angel, his eyes reflecting the building dust clouds, "We'll have to work on that."
Lord Beerus snorted from the ground next to him, having not even opened an eyelid despite the destruction that young Gohan had caused around them.
"No kidding."
9th July, 2018.
A/N: I really hoped you enjoyed this chapter. And yes I used Beerus' first appearance in super for the little pig humanoid planet idea! The Buta of planet Buta is actually the japanese word for pig, and Hoggart I think is pretty self explanatory. ;)
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Animefortin95: in the last chapter, 3 years have passed since the cell games, making Gohan 14 years old currently
NinjaFang1331: I had to do an anti-climax for the freeing of the z-sword, it seemed silly that Gohan would struggle with it when he was destined to pull it out in this story :)
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