"We're lost."
"WE'RE NOT LOST!" Beerus shouted, "Stop saying that! I know where we're going!"
"Oh yeah? Then where are we going then?" Galaxia condescended.
"We're going to find those other fighters!" Beerus stuck his tongue out.
"Ah yes. And how, pray tell, do you plan to find them?"
"We'll just have to look manually." Beerus said, matter-of-factly.
"So we don't know where to look? Do you at least know what direction to be heading in?"
"Of course I do! I just… Space is strange regarding directions is all." Beerus looked away.
"So, for all we know, we're heading in the complete opposite way? Let's stop and ask for directions."
"We are not asking for directions!" Beerus yelled back, "Now would you quit yammering?- I'm trying to locate Vegeta's energy signature."
"You do that. I'm touching down on that asteroid. It looks like they at least have some food."
"Get me a burger if they have it."
"Burgers are for people who can acknowledge that we're lost!"
"Smartass."
"I heard that!"
The restaurant Galaxia arrived at wasn't exactly super bad. It seemed more like a traditional diner, and looked nice enough to get some food at. So, she couldn't complain so far.
"Hey there! Welcome to the Shooting Star Milkshake Bar! You don't look like the typical regular that we'd get."
"I'm just here to get some damn food." She sighed.
"Well, we got milkshakes."
"So no food?" Galaxia asked.
"No."
"By the- Who owns this place?"
"Well, we've technically expanded, but this is a photo of our owners." The alien gestured to the picture in question.
"Aren't they a little young to be the owners of an inter-galactic milkshake bar chain?"
"Yes. Yes they are." The alien… shrugged? "Anyways, we got all sorts of drinks here. Hot drinks, cold drinks, drinks that can fuel a rocket ship."
"I've seen a lot of things in my life, but I have yet to see an alien drink rocket fuel." Galaxia deadpanned, "You got anything alcoholic?- I need to turn my brain off for a bit."
"Ma'am… This chain is owned by children."
"Augh!"
"'We're lost.' Who does she think she is?- Some cosmic navigator? It's not like she's been alive for millions of years! I mean… I trained and worked hard to become a Destroyer! All she did was find a magic bauble! Pathetic runt couldn't even hold a candle towards me!" Beerus ranted, "Am I too harsh though? I mean… She did come from a planet of garbage, and was devoid of any kind of real affection. I know that I probably could've ended up the same way if I didn't have Whis with me, and I'd probably keep destroying if Goku didn't present me with a challenge. I don't know. I guess… I feel like there's more to life than destroying, food, and fighting, do you know what I'm saying?"
"Dude… I just work here. Are you buying a postcard, or what?"
Beerus sighed, "I'll take the one of the Perseus."
"Great. That'll be fifteen hundred Unets."
"Fifteen hundred- That's a ripoff!"
"Hey man, I don't set the prices. Besides, we're in the middle of nowhere in deep space. Price-gouging is expected."
"You people don't allow people to use the bathroom without buying something, but you also price-gouge? What about that pack of gum?- How much is that?"
"That's also fifteen hundred Unets."
"What the- is everything here fifteen hundred Unets?"
"Pretty much, brah."
"That lotto ticket?"
"Fifteen hundred, brah." The cashier said.
"Your very life?"
"I only get paid ten Unets an hour, man." The cashier said calmly.
"I… What? But even with an eight-hour work shift, that wouldn't be enough to cover the costs of fuel, food, and rent." Beerus pointed out.
"I work ten hour shifts man. No overtime."
"And here I thought that Freeza was evil." Beerus muttered, "Well, take me to your employers. Surely they wouldn't refuse to give a better pay to an employee when confronted with a God of Destruction! I could erase them from existence."
"You'd be surprised man. A couple months ago, a dude in a snazzy cape showed up, and tried it. They still said no, and tacked on the extra two hours."
"Next time I'm on Earth, I'm destroying capitalism."
"Anyways, you want something or not?- Because I can't let you use our bathrooms unless you buy something."
Beerus sighed, "I'll take the postcard."
"The worst part is that I can understand his desire to feel important, y'know?" Galaxia said as she sipped her milkshake, "I mean… It's not like anyone fears being forgotten. But like… The way he carries himself is just so annoying! Y'know what I mean?"
"Ma'am… Did you pour whiskey into your drink?"
"It's not like I'm forgettable, right?- I'm an end boss! Or at least, the one you have to fight to get to the final boss! He's just a mid-boss at best!"
"I'm being ignored, aren't I?" The alien asked.
"And plus, he's a dumb cat! I'm a person! And what kind of hardships has he had to face, huh?"
"I could say anything right one, and she'd ignore me. Hey, that drink costs a thousand Unets today."
"I had to grow up on a garbage planet! He got to be pampered like… like… like a cat!" Galaxia ranted.
"I put rocket fuel into your drink. Don't worry, it's part of our special."
"The worst part is that I can't be mad at him. He had to work hard to get to his position. I just went nuts. But it's not like I had any friends! He always had someone there for him! I guess he doesn't now, but that's hardly the point!" She ranted, "It's just… Ugh! He's so infuriating sometimes!"
"I'm going to hire a guy to give you a tattoo while you're here."
"Anyways, thanks for listening. I just needed to get that off my chest. You have a tip jar?- I might be a force of destruction, but I have manners… and also, capitalism is honestly way more evil than me." The alien pointed to the jar and Galaxia dumped a couple hundred Unets into it. "Hopefully, your boss won't rip you off. If he does, give me a call."
The alien sighed as he looked at Galaxia exiting the building, "They pay a fair wage… Good grief, I really shoulda become a therapist like mom said."
Galaxia walked back in, "Actually, I'd like to get some of those drinks to go."
"Coming right up."
"Hey there. What's with the postcard?"
"Apparently, they won't allow use of their bathroom unless you purchase something. And their boss is apparently really stingy. Underpays that guy at the counter too."
"He's smoking weed right now."
Beerus looked back and saw the person he was talking to on the curb smoking weed at that moment. "How is he doing that in the vacuum of space?"
"I dunno." Galaxia shrugged, "Anyways, they didn't have any burgers, but they did have some pretty tasty milkshakes… They also broke into spontaneous song for some reason."
"I thought you said you weren't getting me anything."
"I said that burgers are for people who ask for directions. I had a good talk with the waiter, and he helped me get some perspective. I also think he offered to give me a tattoo or something. I'm not too sure."
"Well, I guess we're off… again." Beerus sipped his milkshake, "Wow. This is pretty good."
"I know, right? And apparently, it's a chain. I always thought that mom and pop restaurants had better."
"The owners must be really good. They could probably keep it profitable off of just milkshakes."
"They do, actually. Also, they're like… in middle school or something." Galaxia shrugged.
"Middle school?- Isn't that a little young to be the owners of a milkshake chain?"
"Yes. Yes it is."
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