In the desolate outskirts, the wind swept sand and dust across a silent wilderness.
The blue-haired young man named Trunks hovered in mid-air, his brow tightly furrowed.
He clenched his fists with an anxious expression, looking around again and again—
There was nothing!
There was no fierce battlefield as he had expected, no suffocatingly evil ki from Frieza, no Uncle Goku about to return to Earth, no Gohan standing in front of him, and certainly no... father, who was both familiar and a stranger to him.
"How could this be..."
Trunks muttered to himself, a barely perceptible tremor in his voice.
He clearly remembered how his mother, Bulma—the woman who, in the future world, had propped up a dilapidated laboratory all by herself, her eyes always shining with an unyielding light—had repeatedly instructed him:
"Trunks, listen carefully. Age 764, the location is this wilderness on Earth. Son-kun will return from Planet Yardrat on that day. At the same time, Frieza and his father, King Cold, will descend upon Earth for revenge. That is a critical juncture in history, your best chance to change the future..."
But now he was here. He had traveled through twenty years of desperate time in the time machine his mother had poured her heart and soul into, only to arrive at a place of complete emptiness.
"I clearly set it to Age 764... I checked it countless times before I left..."
He shook his head forcefully, trying to dispel the chaos in his mind. "Did the time machine malfunction? Or... did I make a mistake?"
If history had already changed, if the time he arrived at was completely wrong, then what was the point of everything he had done?
That future, on the verge of destruction, where No. 17 and No. 18 toyed with everyone like playthings—was it really impossible to change?
He took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. This was no time to panic!
He sensed the current ki signatures on Earth—
There were several astonishingly powerful ki signatures on the planet. One of them even carried a familiar, somewhat heart-pounding ferocity.
And another ki... was peaceful and powerful, somewhat similar to the Gohan of his future, but it seemed even stronger!
"West City..."
Trunks looked towards the direction of the bustling metropolis in the distance. "I have to go there first and see. Mom... the Mom of this era must know something."
His figure moved, turning into a streak of light and speeding towards West City.
Just a few minutes later, Trunks arrived above West City. He was deeply shaken by the sight before him.
In the metropolis of towering skyscrapers, traffic flowed endlessly along the skyways, and hovering billboards flashed with brilliant neon lights.
The streets below were bustling with people, their faces filled with relaxed smiles. Children chased each other and played, and cheerful music drifted from the shops.
This was a scene he had never witnessed in the future.
In his era, cities were nothing but ruins. The sky always seemed gray, and the survivors hid in corners, barely surviving, their faces showing only numbness and fear.
Such vibrant and prosperous life almost made him cry.
"What a wonderful era!"
He landed on a bustling commercial street and walked aimlessly among the crowd like an ordinary out-of-towner who had stumbled into the city, constantly looking around. Everything was new and strange to him.
But just as he passed a huge shopping mall, a massive 3D display in the window was scrolling through news and advertisements, and it captured his full attention—
[Today's Date: May X, Age 762]
Age... 762?
Trunks froze on the spot as if struck by lightning, his pupils contracting sharply.
"762...? Why is it 762?" he repeated in a low voice, his mind a complete blank. "I set it for 764! I... I came two years early?!"
The immense shock left him unable to think for a moment.
What did an error of two years mean? It meant Frieza and his father hadn't arrived yet, and Uncle Goku hadn't even gone to Namek! Even his own father...
All his plans, all the words he had prepared, were now meaningless!
He stood there, a strong sense of懊恼 and powerlessness nearly overwhelming him.
How could he have made such a fatal mistake? His mother had paid a huge price to send him back, and yet he...
After a long while, he slowly raised his head, his gaze turning towards that familiar yet strange place on the outskirts of the city—the Briefs' estate.
"Given the current situation... I have to find Mom first."
He took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. "At the very least, I need to figure out what on earth has happened in this world."
His figure flashed and quickly disappeared into the crowd, rushing towards the place that was, in theory, his home.
At this moment, in the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
The afternoon sun was warm and lazy, casting dappled light on the ground through the sparse clouds.
A cool late autumn breeze blew into the yard but could not dispel the leisurely and comfortable atmosphere.
An afternoon tea before a "great battle" was underway.
Whis elegantly handled the teapot, pouring steaming black tea into exquisite porcelain cups.
The aroma of tea mixed with the sweet scent of pastries filled the air, intoxicatingly.
"Ohohoho~ leisurely sipping tea after a full meal, this is the perfect life," Whis said, his eyes narrowed in pleasure.
After some "friendly" negotiation between Whitley and Beerus, the time for their match was set for the afternoon, before dinner.
In Whitley's words: "Exercising right after eating is bad for the stomach. Besides, if we finish fighting in the afternoon, we can go straight to dinner. A seamless transition, how perfect!"
Although Beerus's hands were itching for a fight, he reluctantly agreed, given the exquisite pastries before him and the black tea Whis had prepared.
At this moment, he was curled up in a specially made large lounge chair, sipping his tea, his tail swaying gently from time to time, looking quite content.
Goku, on the other hand, seemed a bit restless.
He had never had much patience for drinking tea; his mind was only on the peak showdown between Whitley and Beerus that afternoon.
He picked up the cup of tea Whis had poured for him and took a large gulp, imitating the others, but his whole face immediately wrinkled up.
"Pwah—! What a weird taste! This stuff isn't good at all!" He stuck out his tongue and pushed the cup far away with a look of disgust.
Whis glanced at him, elegantly put down the teapot, and smiled. "It seems Goku-san cannot yet appreciate the wonder of black tea. What a pity."
Bulma was leaning against Whitley, looking drowsy.
She neither approved nor disapproved of her husband's match with the God of Destruction—
Her husband only had so many hobbies anyway: eating or fighting. As long as he didn't tear down the house, she would let him be.
Of course, she would still complain when she needed to. For example, right now, she was muttering with her eyes half-closed, "Honestly, it's going to be another earth-shattering fight... good thing you're going somewhere else to fight, otherwise the neighbors will complain again..."
Whitley, of course, knew that she wasn't truly opposed; for her, it was more a form of coquettishness.
He adjusted his posture so that Bulma could lean more comfortably, casually tucked a strand of her blue hair behind her ear, and was about to plant a kiss on her smooth forehead.
Just as his lips were about to touch Bulma's forehead—
"STOP!!!"
A young voice, filled with shock and anger, rang out like a thunderclap at the front gate!
"Hmm?"
Whitley's movement paused, and he turned to look towards the gate.
He had sensed an approaching ki earlier. But since it had a faint hint of Vegeta's presence, he had assumed the tsundere prince was coming to borrow the gravity room again and hadn't paid it much mind.
Who knew it would be a stranger? And... why did this kid look so familiar?
The shout acted like a mute button. All eyes in the yard instantly turned towards the source of the sound.
Bulma was also startled, the afternoon sleepiness instantly chased away by the shout.
She looked up from Whitley's arms and gazed quizzically at the strange blue-haired boy at the gate.
He was staring at them with wide eyes, a look of shock and... anger?
"Huh?"
Bulma stood up and took a few steps forward, asking with cautious curiosity, "Who are you? What are you doing here? How do you know the password to my gate?"
Trunks was momentarily at a loss for words, looking at this mother who was so much younger and more vibrant than he remembered. His cheeks flushed slightly.
Although he knew his mom should only be in her twenties at this age, why did she look so young?
Being stared at by his young mother's scrutinizing gaze, Trunks became nervous, and his words came out in a stutter. "I... my name is Trunks! I'm 17 years old! M-mom... no! Uh... Bulma-san! I-I'm here looking for someone!"
He subconsciously glanced at the crowd behind Bulma again but confirmed that the familiar figure was not there.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, bowed slightly to Bulma, and asked as politely as possible, "Excuse me... is Mr.... Vegeta not here?"
"Vegeta?"
Hearing this, Goku came over curiously. "Are you looking for Vegeta? I was just thinking of looking for him too."
He turned to Whitley. "Whitley, when you and Lord Beerus go to fight later, can you bring Vegeta along too?"
Whitley looked at Goku with amusement. "Oh? Are you and Vegeta on such good terms now? You even want to call him over to watch the fight?"
Goku scratched the back of his head and chuckled. "That's not it! I was just thinking that after you and Lord Beerus are done, I could also have a match with everyone to see what everyone's power level is like now!"
Whitley nodded, his gaze returning to the boy at the gate who was secretly sizing up Bulma with a mixture of curiosity and shyness. He already understood.
Trunks... he actually came at this time.
But the timing seems wrong. He shouldn't be appearing in Age 762.
He stood up and walked towards Trunks.
Trunks watched as this strange man who had almost kissed his mother approached, and he instantly became wary, his body tensing slightly.
Whitley walked up to him, a meaningful smile on his face.
Under Trunks's astonished gaze, he slapped him heavily on the shoulder. "Let's go, kid! I'll take you to find Vegeta!"
"Huh?"
Before Trunks could react, his vision blurred, and the surrounding scenery became a smear!
The next second, he felt solid ground beneath his feet.
He found that he had left the bustling West City and was now in a... desolate, snowy wilderness? He could still vaguely hear his own surprised "Huh?!" echoing in his ears.
Th-this... what kind of speed is this?! Could this be what Mom mentioned, Uncle Goku's... Instant Transmission?!
Trunks was horrified.
Who on earth is this man? Not only does he know Uncle Goku's Instant Transmission, but he's also so intimate with Mom...
Trunks was lost in deep confusion, subconsciously following in Whitley's footsteps.
This was Whitley's first time coming here directly using the coordinates Raditz and the others had provided. The place they arrived at was clearly still on the outskirts of Vegeta's camp.
This made Whitley constantly survey his surroundings.
He had heard from Nappa and the others that this was originally an abandoned base of something called the Red Ribbon Army. It had now been slightly modified by the newly arrived Saiyans and had become the dwelling place for Vegeta, Raditz, and Nappa.
At this moment, in the camp's kitchen, Raditz was exclaiming over a small jar of white powder in his hand, as excited as a child who had discovered a new toy.
"Whoa! Nappa! Look at this! Look!! This stuff is amazing!" he shouted at the listless bald giant next to him, holding up the jar of "MSG" he had bought. "You just add a little bit to the cooked food, and the taste becomes so delicious! Earthlings really know how to live! This is an incredible discovery!!"
Nappa sat slumped in a chair that looked like it was about to fall apart and replied perfunctorily, "Yeah, yeah... you're amazing. You'd better make the food taste good. I earned the money for these ingredients by laying bricks for several days..." (Even Saiyans get tired from a 996 work schedule!)
He let out a huge yawn, his eyelids drooping, looking like he was about to fall asleep in the chair.
Several consecutive days of "working" to earn money had exhausted this once high-class Saiyan warrior.
In a corner of the room, the food Nappa had bought with his earnings was piled up like a small mountain.
Vegeta was currently leaning against the doorway with his arms crossed, his face expressionless as he gazed at the desolate horizon in the distance.
He heard Raditz's excited shouts from the room, and his brow furrowed imperceptibly, but he didn't say anything.
Only occasionally would a trace of a complex emotion flash through his eyes.
Just then, two figures slowly approached from the outskirts and appeared on the empty ground not far from him.
The daydreaming Vegeta instantly became alert, his sharp gaze sweeping over.
When he saw that the visitors were Whitley and a somewhat dazed blue-haired boy he had brought with him, his eyebrows rose even higher.
"Hmph."
Vegeta let out a cold snort and turned away with extreme displeasure, showing Whitley the back of his head and expressing his annoyance.
Anyone who had been used as a "delivery boy" so many times would not be in a good mood.
Whitley was long accustomed to Vegeta's tsundere reactions.
He glanced at Trunks and gently pushed him in Vegeta's direction. "This kid is looking for you. You can talk to him yourself."
After speaking, without even looking at the tense pair, he walked straight into the kitchen from which the aroma of food was wafting.
He was more interested in Raditz, who was currently cooking.
Raditz was even more excited when he saw Whitley come in!
He held up various seasoning bottles and began to ramble on about his various "amazing discoveries" since coming to Earth, from soy sauce to oyster sauce, from MSG to spices, his mouth moving a mile a minute.
Whitley tasted the stew that Raditz had just finished, which had been enhanced with "MSG," and raised an eyebrow.
He had to admit, although this guy Raditz's combat talent was mediocre, in terms of technical skills and adaptability, he really had something.
At the very least, his cooking was much better than his own, who could only make instant noodles, and Goku, who could only roast various kinds of meat.
When he came out of the kitchen after tasting the food, he saw that Vegeta and Trunks were still standing there without speaking.
Vegeta stood with his arms crossed and a serious expression, sizing up the boy before him.
Trunks, on the other hand, looked a little nervous and awkward, his hands fidgeting.
Vegeta was indeed confused.
The ki emanating from this blue-haired boy gave him a very strange feeling.
The ki was not particularly strong, but it had a faint... taste of being from the same source as himself?
Although it was faint and seemed to have been tempered by another, gentler ki, the wildness unique to Saiyans, hidden deep in the bloodline, was something he, as the Prince of Saiyans, would never mistake!
After a long silence, it was Vegeta who spoke first, breaking the silence. His tone was icy. "Tell me what you want with me. And what's with this unpleasantly familiar feeling you give off?!"
Trunks was somewhat breathless under Vegeta's sharp aura.
He took a deep breath and tried to keep his voice steady. "Mr. Vegeta, my name is Trunks. I came here from... the future."
"The future?" Vegeta's pupils contracted slightly, the suspicion on his face growing heavier.
"Yes," Trunks nodded firmly. "I came from the future to the present to tell you... and Mr. Goku some important information about the future. Information about... a terrible disaster."
Vegeta did not speak, only gesturing with his eyes for him to continue.
Whitley did not interrupt their conversation either, just leaned against a wall and watched with great interest.
He clearly saw Trunks give something to Vegeta, but he couldn't be bothered to care, just constantly pondering in his mind: It seems that although history has taken a big turn because of my appearance, some key nodes are still trying to pull back towards the original direction?
After a while, seeing that their conversation seemed to have come to an end, Whitley walked up and asked, "Are you done talking?"
Vegeta's face was still serious. He glanced at Whitley and grunted in response.
Whitley didn't mind and continued, "I'm going to have an official match with the God of Destruction, Beerus, in a little while. Are you coming to watch?"
"The God of Destruction, Beerus?" For the first time, a look of astonishment appeared on Vegeta's face. "You can already fight a being like that head-on?"
Although he knew Whitley was strong, so strong that he was a bit incomprehensible...
But a God of Destruction... that was a legendary being, the most powerful god in the universe!
He had had an accidental encounter with the God of Destruction in the royal palace on Planet Vegeta when he was a child. At that time, his powerful father had been meekly stepped on by the God of Destruction. This had left a deep psychological scar on him!
Whitley stroked his chin and mused, "Hmm... in terms of base power and energy intensity, there's probably still a considerable gap between him and me. But it's not like I don't stand a chance. After all..."
He smiled, a hint of confidence in his tone. "I also have areas where I'm better than him."
Vegeta sized up Whitley as if he were seeing him for the first time. After a long moment, he nodded with a complex expression. "I'll go."
His eyes sharpened again, and a battle intent began to rise from them! "Now that that guy Kakarot is back, after you're done fighting, I'm going to have a proper match with him too!"
A proud, confident smile appeared on his face. "And I'll let him know what true power is! What it means to truly surpass a Super Saiyan!!"
"Oh?" This time, Whitley was genuinely surprised. "You've already mastered it?"
Vegeta lifted his chin proudly, the arrogance of the Saiyan Prince on full display. "Of course! I am Vegeta, after all!!!"
Whitley found Vegeta's demeanor quite amusing.
Goku and Vegeta were like a pair of bickering rivals, constantly chasing each other.
As soon as one got ahead, the other would desperately try to catch up and even surpass them.
Before, it was Goku who had first achieved Super Saiyan Full Power, his strength arguably suppressing Vegeta's.
Now, from the sound of it, Vegeta seemed to have mastered an even greater power.
He just wondered what kind of potential Goku, having been stimulated, would unleash upon his return from Planet Yardrat.
As if suddenly remembering something, Vegeta took a small bottle from the pocket of his battle armor and tossed it towards Whitley without looking.
Whitley subconsciously caught it and looked down. It was a small glass bottle containing a liquid.
A conspicuous label was attached to the bottle: "Special Medicine."
"This is..." Whitley looked at Vegeta in confusion.
Vegeta turned his back, still showing him only the back of his head, and said stiffly, "It's a special medicine for heart disease! Give it to that failure Kakarot later!"
He paused, his voice filled with deep disdain and mockery. "To think a Saiyan would die of heart disease! How ridiculous! A low-class warrior is a low-class warrior! To be defeated by a virus like a piece of trash!!!"
Whitley instantly understood.
This was clearly the medicine Trunks had brought from the future. It was originally intended to be given to Vegeta, who would then pass it to Goku, to deal with the sudden heart disease from the original history.
But the tsundere Vegeta obviously didn't want to personally do such a "message-and-medicine delivery" and simply tossed it to Whitley.
"Alright, I get it," Whitley nodded as he pocketed the bottle.
Although the current history had changed and Goku probably wouldn't fall ill as suddenly as in the original story, it was always good to be prepared.
After all, it was better to be safe than sorry.
"Well then, let's go," Whitley said, beckoning to Trunks. "You two, come over and grab my shoulders."
Trunks, having witnessed Whitley's miraculous Instant Transmission, immediately obeyed and walked over, obediently grabbing Whitley's shoulder.
Vegeta, however, just let out a cold snort. With a "boom," his aura exploded, and he shot up into the sky, speeding towards West City without hesitation, leaving only a cold sentence drifting in the air, "I can fly myself!"
Whitley watched Vegeta's figure quickly disappear over the horizon and couldn't help but laugh. "That guy... there has to be a limit to his tsundere-ness, right?"
He shook his head helplessly and shrugged at Trunks. "Well, it seems His Highness the Prince disdains our 'hitchhike.' Then we'll just fly back too. Let's go."
Without waiting for Trunks's reply, Whitley's aura stirred slightly. A powerful energy fluctuation emanated from him, and the next moment, he shot up like a rocket and instantly broke through the clouds!
The speed was so fast, yet it did not create a strong airflow, showing his exquisite energy control.
Trunks was stunned by the powerful aura Whitley had just unleashed.
He stared blankly at the sky, his face filled with a complex expression. After a long while, he murmured to himself, "To be this strong... no wonder... the Mom of this era... chose him..."
There was an indescribable sense of relief and... disappointment in his tone?
He shook his head, no longer dwelling on it, and also powered up, locking onto Vegeta's and Whitley's ki and chasing after them towards West City.
Halfway on his flight back to West City, Whitley suddenly sensed several familiar ki signatures clashing fiercely in a small town not far below him.
Two of the ki signatures were very weak to him, but very tenacious! And they were very familiar—it was Krillin and old Master Roshi!
Another ki carried a cold killing intent, but strangely, it was just cold and not evil?
And the feeling of this ki... also seemed a bit familiar?
"Huh? What's going on down there?"
Curious, Whitley changed direction and descended towards the source of the ki.
The small town below was in chaos, with residents running and scattering in terror.
In the middle of the town square, Krillin was half-kneeling on the ground, panting heavily.
His martial arts uniform was tattered, and blood was seeping from several wounds. He looked completely exhausted.
And Master Roshi was using all his strength, performing his ultimate technique, the "Thunder Shock Surprise"!
A dazzling energy was tightly wrapped around a tall green figure, trying to restrain it.
The restrained figure... was actually King Piccolo?
"Piccolo?"
Whitley landed beside Krillin and said with some surprise, "How did this guy get out? And he's fighting you guys?"
"Whitley!"
Krillin was startled at first upon seeing him, then his face burst with joy. "It's you! Great! Quick, help Master Roshi! King Piccolo has been revived! And he's stronger than before!"
Whitley glanced at the sweat-drenched Master Roshi, who was clearly expending a huge amount of energy to maintain the Thunder Shock Surprise and was on the verge of collapsing.
And although Piccolo was temporarily trapped, he was still struggling frantically, his cold ki constantly battering Master Roshi's energy bonds.
"Looks like he just got out and started causing trouble..." Whitley instantly understood.
It seemed that the wings of his "butterfly" had mainly affected the high-tier combat power and the alien invasion storyline on his side. These "historical events" on Earth seemed to have happened as usual.
Speaking of which... he had almost forgotten about this future Z-Fighter.
He nodded and said to Krillin, "It's fine, small problem."
He nonchalantly reached out a hand and made a grasping motion in Piccolo's direction.
The struggling Piccolo suddenly felt an irresistible, invisible force envelop him!
All his struggles were instantly nullified. He was lifted into the air like a kitten being held by the scruff of its neck and dragged before Whitley.
"Who?! Who is it?!" Piccolo was both shocked and furious, his limbs flailing uselessly in the air.
When he saw clearly that the person who had caught him was Whitley, the anger on his face instantly turned to horror and disbelief! "I-it's you?! You detestable bastard!!!"
He clearly remembered that this was the person who had casually swatted away his "father," who had been so invincible, like a fly.
Whitley couldn't be bothered to waste words with him. He directly raised his other hand and chopped Piccolo precisely on the neck.
Piccolo let out a muffled grunt, the light in his eyes quickly dimmed, and his struggles ceased instantly.
Master Roshi was finally freed.
He sat down on the ground with a plop, gasping for breath. "S-saved... thank you, Whitley..."
"It was nothing." Whitley waved his hand and asked, "Are you guys okay? Want to come to West City? Goku just got back from another planet. We're having a lively 'event' this afternoon. You can come and watch if you're interested."
"Goku's back?!"
Krillin jumped up in excitement, the pain from his wounds seemingly gone. "I'll go! Of course, I'll go! I haven't seen Goku in so long!"
Master Roshi also caught his breath, adjusted his sunglasses, thought for a moment, and nodded. "In that case, this old man will go and join the fun too."
While Whitley and Master Roshi were talking, Krillin suddenly waved towards a half-collapsed building by the square and shouted, "Launch! It's okay! You can come out now!"
Only then did Whitley notice that the blue-haired Launch was hiding inside.
She timidly peeked her head out. After seeing that Piccolo had been subdued, she let out a sigh of relief and carefully walked out, avoiding the debris on the ground.
"Launch, want to come to West City too?" Whitley asked.
Launch smiled gently, nodded, and said softly, "Yes, I haven't seen Goku in a while either."
"Alright, then let's go together."
He first took out two Senzu Beans for Krillin and Master Roshi. After they ate them and had mostly recovered, he told them to grab each other's clothes or arms. "Hold on tight, we're going directly."
The next moment, Instant Transmission activated!
Swoosh!
The group vanished from the northern town in an instant, leaving only a devastated square and the terrified residents.
West City, in the front yard of the Briefs' estate.
Goku and Krillin were excitedly chatting, sharing their experiences from the past few months.
Master Roshi and Launch were curiously sizing up the strange group in the yard—an elegant and handsome alien (Whis), a strange cat-like person (Beerus), and a green guy who had been casually tossed in a corner by Whitley and was still unconscious (Piccolo).
At the same time, two powerful ki signatures approached at high speed from the horizon.
Thump! Thump!
Vegeta and Trunks landed on the ground one after the other.
Vegeta still had a stern face, looking unapproachable. Trunks, on the other hand, couldn't help but blush a little when he saw so many people in the yard, especially when he caught Bulma's curious gaze.
"Alright, almost everyone is here," Whitley said, clapping his hands to get everyone's attention.
He first walked up to Goku and handed him the special heart medicine he had gotten from Vegeta. "Goku, take this."
Goku took the small bottle and looked at it curiously. "What's this? Is it something tasty?"
"It's a special medicine for heart disease," Whitley explained. "In the future, if you feel any discomfort in your heart, especially if your heart hurts and you can't breathe after intense exercise or fighting, take this medicine immediately. Got it?"
Although he found it strange, Goku still nodded obediently and put the bottle away. "Okay, I got it. Thanks, Whitley!"
After taking care of that, Whitley took a deep breath and turned to look at the leisurely figure.
The relaxed expression on his face gradually faded, replaced by a quiet and focused fighting spirit.
His gaze passed through the crowd and landed precisely on Beerus, who was still nestled in his lounge chair, his tail having stopped swaying.
Beerus also slowly opened his eyes.
The laziness in his cat-like pupils quickly receded, and a burning fighting spirit began to ignite.
Their gazes met in mid-air, as if invisible sparks were colliding and intertwining.
The atmosphere in the entire yard instantly became heavy and oppressive, like the calm before a storm.
Goku, Krillin, and the others who were talking couldn't help but stop. Everyone felt this heart-pounding atmosphere, and their gazes all focused on the two who were facing off.
Seeing this, Whis smiled slightly, elegantly put down his teacup, stood up, and said with a smile, "Well then," his gentle voice reached everyone's ears, "it seems the showdown between Lord Whitley and Lord Beerus, a duel between Gods of Destruction, is about to begin."
He tapped his staff lightly on the ground.
VMMMM—!
A rainbow-colored light bloomed from the top of the staff, quickly tearing open a spatial rift on the empty ground of the front yard, its edges shimmering with a strange light!
And behind the rift was a silent void, a gray space that seemed to contain nothing.
"If you two would please step into the 'World of Void'," Whis said with a smile, making an inviting gesture. He then stepped into the rift first, his figure instantly swallowed by the void.
Beerus leaped from his lounge chair, cracked his neck, and let out a series of soft "kaka" sounds.
His scarlet eyes glanced at Whitley one last time, a battle-hungry curve on his lips. The next second, he turned into a streak of purple light and rushed into the spatial rift.
Whitley took a deep breath, his eyes shining with excitement and anticipation.
He took Bulma's hand and said gently, "Let's go. I'll show you something amazing."
"Huh? Am I going too?" Bulma was surprised but still held Whitley's hand tightly.
"Of course, you're the wife of a candidate God of Destruction. How could you be absent from such an event?" Whitley smiled and led Bulma into the rift.
"Wait for me!" Goku couldn't wait any longer and shouted as he followed them.
Vegeta let out a cold snort. Without any hesitation, his aura flared, and he also rushed in.
Trunks immediately followed suit.
The remaining Master Roshi, Krillin, and Launch looked at the bottomless, mysterious spatial rift and at each other, all a bit hesitant and fearful.
"God of Destruction... World of Void..." Master Roshi murmured, his old eyes filled with shock.
He took a deep breath, his white beard trembling slightly. In the end, his desire to witness the peak of martial arts overcame his fear.
He adjusted his sunglasses, and with his cane in hand, he stepped firmly into the rift.
Krillin and Launch exchanged a look and also mustered their courage to follow.
After everyone had entered, the spatial rift silently closed, as if it had never appeared.
Piccolo, still unconscious: Nice!
The World of Void.
This was a void space with no concept of up, down, left, or right. There was no matter, no sound, no light, and no dark!
Only an eternal, boundless, absolute void and silence.
In this strange dimension where even space seemed to have lost its meaning, the candidate God of Destruction and the official God of Destruction of Universe 7, Whitley and Beerus, faced each other from a great distance that somehow felt close.
A divine showdown that surpassed mortal imagination was about to erupt in this void!
Whis stood a little farther away. The staff in his hand emitted a soft light, forming a protective force field that enveloped the spectators: Bulma, Goku, Vegeta, Trunks, Master Roshi, Krillin, and Launch.
"Everyone, please stay by my side," Whis reminded with a smile. "This space is very dangerous for life forms that do not possess divine ki~~"
Everyone held their breath, their eyes fixed on the two figures in the void.
The eyes of Goku and Vegeta were burning with fiery passion, full of desire and longing for power.
Trunks was completely overwhelmed by the scene before him and the terrifying aura he felt. He finally understood what an incredible time and space he had stepped into!
Bulma was both nervous and excited as she looked at her man in the distance, and she couldn't help but cheer for him loudly!
Under everyone's gaze, Beerus slowly got into a fighting stance, a purple aura beginning to flicker around him.
Whitley also took a deep breath, his eyes instantly becoming focused!
The "Perfected Ultra Instinct" he had already mastered began to quietly operate within him.
The battle was about to begin!
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