The Z-Fighters stood on the rocky terrain of Beerus's planet, their eyes wide with awe as they took in the strange surroundings. The planet was unlike anything they had seen — vast, rocky plains stretched as far as the eye could see, and the air felt thick, charged with an undeniable energy. The sky above them swirled with deep hues of purple and pink, casting an eerie glow across the landscape.
Vegeta, ever vigilant, surveyed the area with sharp eyes. He tensed slightly as a figure descended from the sky, his purple skin and feline features immediately recognizable.
It was Beerus, the God of Destruction. His powerful aura radiated like a looming storm cloud, and his very presence seemed to bend the air around him. Vegeta's expression darkened as he stared at Beerus, a flicker of recognition flashing in his eyes. His posture stiffened, his gaze focused on Beerus.
Beerus landed gracefully before them, his expression calm, almost indifferent. His tail flicked lazily behind him as his purple eyes scanned the group, then landed on Vegeta.
"I remember you," Beerus said casually, his voice booming but without malice. "You're that little prince from all those years back, aren't you?"
Beerus didn't wait for a response. He simply waved his hand dismissively. "Well, no matter," he said. "I'm sure you've gotten stronger. I'm not here to waste my time with this. Whis, what are these mortals doing on my planet?"
Whis, standing calmly beside Beerus, gave him a smile. "I'm training them, Lord Beerus," he said pleasantly. "I thought it would be best to have them train here under your watchful eye."
Beerus nodded lazily. "Training, huh?" He yawned widely, then looked back toward the group. "Fine, fine. I've got a nap to catch up on. Make sure these mortals don't break anything. If they do, clean it up."
With that, Beerus flicked his tail and walked off to a shaded area nearby, clearly uninterested in the proceedings. The air around them seemed to relax, as if Beerus's presence had simply become a passing disturbance.
Vegeta, still standing stiffly, exhaled slowly. His expression was a mix of surprise and wariness. "The God of Destruction… and he's that… indifferent?" Vegeta muttered under his breath, still processing the brief interaction.
"Don't mind him," Whis said, chuckling lightly. "Beerus is… well, he's Beerus. He doesn't involve himself with much of anything. But I do. Now, let's get to the point. The training will be rigorous, and we're going to start by discussing a key difference between mortal warriors and gods."
He turned to face the group, smiling. "Mortal ki, which most of you use, is volatile. It fluctuates, weakens, and burns out over time. But God Ki…" Whis's eyes sparkled. "God Ki is a different form of energy. It is stable, it is powerful, and it can be controlled with precision. That's the key difference. If you want to reach your full potential, you need to learn to wield God Ki."
The Z-Fighters exchanged curious glances, trying to process the information.
Goku, ever the eager student, grinned. "So we're gonna get God Ki? That sounds awesome!"
Whis nodded. "Yes, but it won't be easy. You need to understand that God Ki is more than just an energy source. It's about control. You need to learn to contain it within your body, using it effectively rather than letting it run wild."
Vegeta's brow furrowed. "Control, huh? That doesn't sound too different from what we've been doing with our own ki."
Whis's smile grew wider. "Oh, but it is. The process of achieving God Ki requires far more discipline. It's about focusing your mortal ki into a more refined, stable energy."
Piccolo stepped forward, his arms crossed, eyes narrowing slightly. "How long will it take to learn this?"
Whis tilted his head thoughtfully. "That depends. Some of you may take longer than others, but you're all capable. It'll require intense training, but I'm confident you'll manage."
The group exchanged determined glances. Goku's excitement was palpable, while Vegeta seemed more contemplative. Piccolo, as always, was calculating, thinking ahead to how this could benefit their battles in the future.
Whis clapped his hands, drawing their attention back. "Alright, let's get started. I want you to focus on feeling your own ki. Focus on the fluctuations you feel within your body. Once you've done that, we'll move on to condensing it, turning it into God Ki."
Kai, who had been standing back with his arms crossed, glanced at the group with a smirk. "You all better be ready. This is gonna take some serious work."
The training began.
For the next few hours, Whis guided the group, helping them sense and control their ki in new ways. Goku, being the most eager and adaptable, quickly grasped the basics of it. Vegeta struggled, as expected, but his pride wouldn't let him back down. Even Piccolo, who was used to his own form of control, found himself fascinated by the possibilities of God Ki.
As the sun began to set on the alien horizon, Whis gathered them all together once again. "That's enough for today," he said. "You've all made progress. But remember, this is just the beginning. You'll need more training before you can fully harness God Ki."
The group nodded, eager to continue.
Kai, however, stepped forward, his face serious for the first time in a while. "I think I've got a handle on this. But I want more. Let's take it up a notch."
Whis looked at him, amused. "Is that so? Very well. You'll be the first to try an advanced technique tomorrow."
Kai's eyes glinted. "I'm ready."