Meeting Whis in the sixth universe and receiving Vados's guidance had been invaluable—now that he'd encountered Whis directly, why not seize this opportunity to train with him as well? Raditz had mastered both the Mystic state and Super Saiyan 3, but only the divine realm remained beyond his reach. One more breakthrough could potentially elevate him to godhood itself, possibly even advancing to the dimensional plane of the gods!
Dimension represented a mysterious level of existence that didn't necessarily correlate with raw power. Even a mighty deity would prove helpless before an average-strength Supreme Kai due to the tremendous dimensional gap between them. As for Whis, his dimensional level likely exceeded both Supreme Kais and Gods of Destruction entirely.
Currently, Raditz had no direct path to godhood, but comprehending the divine realm remained theoretically possible.
"Mr. Whis, did you come here specifically to meet me?" Raditz asked cautiously.
"Ah, that's correct. I simply wanted to see this Saiyan my sister described so enthusiastically. Actually, I've been observing you for some time—quite fascinating, hehehe."
Whis laughed with crystalline clarity, like spring water cascading over smooth stones.
The sixth universe also contained Saiyans, though they differed dramatically from their seventh universe counterparts in strength, temperament, and even tail characteristics. Despite sharing common origins, the two populations had diverged significantly. This had sparked Vados's curiosity and provided Whis with considerable amusement.
"Could you demonstrate your transformations again?"
Whis made the request, and Raditz had no reason to refuse. He nodded immediately and stepped away from the group. "Of course, I'll transform right away."
Trunks and Chronoa stood together, watching Raditz with expectant interest.
The delicate grass fluttered as his aura expanded, creating whirlwinds that radiated outward in all directions. Whis glanced around and tapped his staff lightly—Raditz's energy immediately became confined within a small space, the grass returned to normal, and Chronoa's billowing clothes settled back to stillness. Only then did Trunks witness a fraction of Whis's terrifying abilities, though this was merely the tip of the iceberg.
"Hah!" With a sharp battle cry, Raditz's black hair stood upright as he achieved Super Saiyan transformation. In this state, his hair spiked most dramatically, emerald eyes blazing while his golden tail swished behind him, entire form wreathed in golden flames.
His energy signature increased again as silver lightning appeared, his hair folding back as he ascended to an even higher level of power.
Then came Super Saiyan 3, the transformation he'd only recently mastered—bangs growing forward while his eyebrows completely disappeared, the golden tail's tip becoming significantly thicker as his aura expanded to truly magnificent proportions.
When Super Saiyan 3 manifested, even Whis nodded with subtle appreciation.
But the demonstration wasn't finished. Raditz began restraining Super Saiyan 3's power within his body, transforming from explosive wildness to quiet reserve. Gradually, his golden hair returned to natural black while his aura settled into its original nature. Though no longer radiating such overwhelming force, Raditz felt profound physical relaxation and genuine comfort. Compared to Super Saiyan 3's intensity, the Mystic state felt far more stable and reliable.
"Very well, Mr. Raditz."
After appreciating the complete process, Whis called for him to stop.
Raditz powered down and returned to normal. "I demonstrated the progression from Super Saiyan 1 through 3, ending with the Mystic state. These represent all my current transformations."
"Though you remain fundamentally mortal, you've truly impressed me. I heard you also possess a red-haired divine form—why didn't you demonstrate that?"
So that was what interested him most—the divine realm. Raditz finally understood.
But Super Saiyan God wasn't something he could access at will. Currently, he required the ritual to achieve successful transformation. Simply put, he hadn't fully absorbed the divine realm's essence yet.
Shaking his head, Raditz explained, "I can't enter the divine state whenever I choose."
"I see, what a pity. I wondered why you didn't fight with red hair earlier—now I understand completely." Whis's eyes rolled thoughtfully as he considered the implications.
"Then... Mr. Whis, I'd like to make a bold request. Please allow me to train with you." Raditz gathered his courage and spoke directly.
His proposal shocked both Chronoa and Trunks, while Whis paused with obvious surprise.
Raditz met the Angel's gaze with sincere eyes, his expression filled with determination and longing as he hoped to make a compelling impression. However, such emotional appeals held no sway over Angels whatsoever.
"Oh? Mr. Raditz, that simply isn't permitted." Whis wiggled his finger and coughed delicately. "You should understand that I serve the God of Destruction, and certain matters require his explicit consent. This isn't like the sixth universe, where Lord Champa gave his approval. Moreover, Lord Beerus is currently sleeping—if disturbed, he becomes quite... irritable..."
Whis couldn't help covering his mouth while laughing at the understatement. He knew Raditz clearly understood the God of Destruction's terrifying nature.
Indeed, Beerus's temperament was no better than Champa's. The two brothers shared remarkably similar dispositions, their levels of irascibility essentially equal. Thinking of a God of Destruction's wrath made Raditz involuntarily shiver, but missing this opportunity with Whis might significantly slow his growth.
After careful consideration, Raditz persisted with an alternative: "Mr. Whis, what if we trained on Earth instead of the God of Destruction's realm?"
"We could practice there with just a little guidance from you. I'll prepare Earth's most delicious cuisine as compensation—consider it a vacation."
Finally, Raditz played his trump card—Earth's legendary food.
Sure enough, Whis hesitated upon hearing the offer. The Angel possessed tremendous freedom despite serving as Beerus's attendant—he was usually the one restraining the God of Destruction rather than the reverse. A trip to Earth for exceptional cuisine shouldn't pose any problems.
"Well... a vacation, you say? In that case, it's worth considering." Whis glanced upward and reached his decision. Like Beerus, he was an unabashed foodie. Remembering his sister's descriptions of the incredible Earth delicacies Raditz had provided, he could barely contain his interest.
However, all this was predicated on Whis first recognizing Raditz's potential.
"Then let's depart immediately." Raditz could hardly contain his excitement. "Trunks, you're coming with us."
"Such an impatient temperament," Whis observed with amusement.
Chronoa had originally wanted Raditz to train Trunks and create an elite warrior for the Time Nest, so this development perfectly aligned with her goals. She subtly supported Raditz's request for Whis's guidance, hoping they would succeed.
After Whis bid farewell to Chronoa, he transported both Raditz and Trunks to Earth.
The journey required only moments of light-speed travel. Raditz first introduced Whis to his family and the androids living in their home, then prepared a sumptuous feast for the Angel's enjoyment.
Despite his lofty status, Whis treated everyone with remarkable accommodation and humility. Initially, the family assumed he was simply another of Raditz's friends, chatting casually about his age and background. Rukon proved particularly mischievous during introductions, while Broly kept staring suspiciously at their visitor like a suppressed volcano ready to erupt at any moment.
Trunks felt increasingly nervous, thinking desperately, Please don't cause any trouble!
The atmosphere changed dramatically when everyone learned Whis's true identity from Raditz. Chi-Chi froze completely in place, hearing only the Angel's characteristic gentle laughter echoing through the sudden silence.