Chapter 6

In a parallel universe of the multiverse, a lone figure was floating in the empty vastness of the space. Where now there was only darkness and nothingness, a rocky rogue planet existed. Reduced to dust in less than a second by the hands of Vegeta, Prince of all Saiyans. This was nothing but an ordinary training session for him. He stood amidst the rubble, his black hair wild and defiant, his Saiyan armor scuffed but unbroken. His arms were crossed, his scowl deepening as Whis, one of the most powerful angels of the multiverse, hovered before him, serene and unruffled as ever.

"I have a task for you, Vegeta," Whis began, his voice lilting with an almost playful calm. He twirled his staff idly, the orb at its tip glowing faintly. "Tomorrow, I will send you to a place called Hogwarts—a school in a world of magic, on planet earth of the Universe 2. They face a growing threat -dark wizards- and your strength is needed to protect it."

Vegeta's eyes narrowed, his fists clenching as a low growl rumbled in his throat. "What?!" he barked, his voice echoing across the desolate expanse. "I am the Prince of all Saiyans! A planet destroyer! And you expect me to play babysitter to some stick-waving brats and fight weaklings calling themselves 'dark wizards'? Ridiculous! I refuse!"

Whis tilted his head, unfazed by the outburst. His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile. "Oh, Vegeta, your pride is as predictable as it is impressive. But consider this—" He paused, letting the words hang in the air, his violet eyes gleaming with intent. "This is no mere errand. It is a test. Prove yourself worthy in this task, and I will take you as my student. I will train you personally, unlock power beyond even what you've achieved."

Vegeta froze, his scowl faltering for a fraction of a second. The promise of training under Whis—an angel whose power dwarfed even the gods—was a lure he couldn't ignore. His jaw tightened, and he glared at Whis, searching for any hint of deceit. "You're serious? You'd train me… for this?"

Whis nodded, his expression serene but firm. "Quite serious. Dumbledore, an old friend of mine, spoke highly of that place. It's a crucible of sorts—unassuming, yet capable of forging greatness. Protect it, and you'll earn my guidance. Refuse, and…" He shrugged lightly, as if the alternative were beneath mention.

Vegeta's pride warred with his ambition. He spat into the dust, his fists trembling with barely contained fury. "Tch. Fine! I'll go to this stupid 'Hogwarts' and crush whatever fools dare cross me. But mark my words, Whis—once this is over, you'd better hold up your end. I'll surpass Kakarot, the gods, everyone with your training!"

Whis chuckled softly, tapping his staff against the ground. "I have no doubt you'll try. Rest now, Vegeta. Tomorrow, you'll step through a portal to a world unlike any you've known. Do try not to destroy it in less than a second."

Vegeta snarled but said nothing more, turning his back to stare at the ruined horizon. The deal was struck—his pride bent, but his hunger for power unyielding. Whis watched him with quiet amusement, already anticipating the chaos about to unfold in the halls of Hogwarts.