In Universe 11, God of Destruction Belmod paused mid-bite into a galaxy-shaped candy. His marble viewing orb shattered. Violet and crimson shards cut his clown-painted cheek. **"Impossible..."** he whispered, candy forgotten. Across his throne room, Jiren stood rigid—the invincible titan trembling ever so slightly as raw, primal fury echoed through the cosmic void. Not fear. Recognition. A power that defied even *his* discipline. Belmod scrambles to repair the orb, fingers trembling. "Find that signal!" he barked at his attendant angel, Marcarita. "I need visuals!"
Simultaneously, in Universe 6, Champa choked on his divine ambrosia. The liquid spewed across Sidra's projection as their shared viewing sphere flickered wildly. **"WHAT IS THAT MONKEY DOING?!"** Champa roared, abandoning dignity as he stabbed a sausage-like finger at Goku's crimson silhouette clashing with violet light. Vados sighed, tapping her staff—but her lavender eyes widened incrementally. "Brother," she murmured, calm laced with disbelief. "He's... trading blows with Lord Beerus. Equally." Sidra, God of Universe 9, clutched his head. "That Saiyan...
Far beyond any mortal plane, floating in the infinite white expanse of the Null Realm, Zeno sat perched on his hovering throne. His enormous, pupil-less eyes blinked—once, twice—utterly transfixed. The Grand Priest, standing dutifully beside him, frowned as the cosmic viewing pool rippled violently. "Esteemed Zeno," he began smoothly, "perhaps we should adjourn—" But Zeno's tiny hands slammed onto the pool's edge. **"NO!"** The omnipotent child-king's voice echoed like shattered crystal. He leaned closer, breath fogging the viewing surface. Below, amidst boiling oceans and fractured reality, Goku's crimson fist slammed into Beerus's crossed forearms—purple blood sprayed. Zeto's mouth formed a perfect, silent 'O'. His tiny feet kicked excitedly against the throne.
**"LOOK LOOK!"** Zeno squealed, pointing a trembling finger. On the pool's surface, Goku's tail lashed like a crimson whip—yanking him sideways milliseconds before a Hakai net would have ensnared him. The Omni King bounced on his throne, clapping with glee. "He saw it! He SAW IT!" His voice pitched higher than thought possible. Beside him, the Grand Priest's perpetual calm faltered. He watched Goku pivot mid-air—a savage grin flashing—and drive a furred knee deep into Beerus's ribs. The crack echoed even through cosmic observation. Zeno gasped, bouncing higher. **"THE MONKEY HIT HIM AGAIN!"**
The Grand Priest cleared his throat delicately. "Zeno-sama, perhaps..." But Zeno wasn't listening. His entire being vibrated with rapturous delight. He pressed both palms flat against the viewing pool, smudging eternity's reflection. **"MORE!"** he chirped, eyes gleaming with unholy fascination. As Beerus's answering roar of Hakai threatened to consume the universe below, Zeno whispered, utterly enchanted: "Do it again, red monkey!" Below, crimson light surged—answering the Omni King's silent command. The Beast roared.
Back on Earth, Goku planted his shadow-black boots against the bruised sky. Crimson fur rippled like living fire across his shoulders and arms as he drew a single, shattering breath. Deep within the furnace of his primal core, *everything* snapped loose. Not rage—purpose. Power erupted. Not a flare—a detonation. The sky tore itself apart overhead, swirling clouds vaporizing instantly into a perfect, horrifying circle of void-stained night. Miles below, the ocean screamed—flattening beneath impossible pressure into a glass-smooth plane stretching to every horizon. Crimson ki solidified into jagged, living armor plating over his forearms and calves, crackling with contained Oozaru echoes. Golden-red eyes narrowed to predatory slits, pupils burning with focused annihilation. His tail thickened, muscles coiling like titanic cables beneath the fur, lashing the air with sonic booms. **"HAAAAAAAAAA..."** The roar wasn't sound—it was reality fracturing. Every God of Destruction across twelve universes flinched in their thrones. Angels paused mid-sentence. Supreme Kais clutched their temples, blinded by the psychic backwash. This wasn't power; it was primal apocalypse given form.
Crimson light coalesced—not spheres, but swirling vortexes of raw Saiyan heritage materializing between Goku's palms. Tenfold power? It felt like harnessing the dying scream of a galaxy. Energy lashed greedily from his lashing tail, feeding the maelstrom. Tendrils of Oozaru fury writhed visibly within the growing orb, deepening its hue to arterial darkness. **"...MEEEEEEH..."** The word ripped through dimensions. The Kamehameha condensed, vibrating with such intensity it warped space-time itself. Bulma's yacht groaned miles below, its hull buckling further under the sheer gravitational backwash. Beerus didn't charge. He hovered, arms crossed—violence crystallized into utter stillness. His violet eyes tracked the impossible buildup. Calculation vanished. Only instinct screamed: *Dodge. Now.*
The Hakai sphere above Beerus's palm stuttered. Violet annihilation flickered—once, twice—like a dying star. His claws trembled, retracting instinctively. Not fear. *Certainty.* His divine senses screamed prophecy: crimson light tearing through his core, Hakai extinguished mid-eruption, his very essence unraveling before that *thing* Goku had forged. He'd endured gods; he'd shattered progenitors. This? This was entropy given fangs. His lips peeled back in a silent snarl. No boast escaped him. No defiant stance. Only raw, primal recoil—a predator facing the meteor destined to end its reign. Whis saw it: the microscopic flinch backward, a tremor in the Destroyer's eternal aura. Beerus knew. He *knew*. And for the first time since creation's dawn, annihilation tasted his own mortality. Survival dictated retreat. Pride demanded oblivion. He froze—utterly, fatally paralyzed.
**"...HAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!!!!!!!"** The roar wasn't sound—it was reality unmade. The crimson Kamehameha erupted. Not a beam—a collapsing star unleashed horizontally. It devoured the distance instantly, trailing jagged arcs of torn spacetime. Beerus moved—not to evade, but to shield. Hakai surged from both palms, forming a desperate violet wall thicker than planetary cores. Crimson met violet. No explosion. Silence. Utter, deafening silence swallowed existence. Then—a hairline fracture slithered across the Hakai barrier where the Kamehameha's tip touched it. Beerus's eyes widened. Not surprise. Horror. His claws dug into the violet shield, knuckles whitening. Goku pushed. The fissure spread—a spiderweb of annihilation yielding to something older. Wilder. *Hungrier.* The crimson light pulsed—once. Beerus screamed soundlessly as his divine shield *shattered*. Fragments of Hakai dissolved like ash. The Kamehameha's full fury surged forward, aimed to erase the God of Destruction forever.
A silver blur materialized between oblivion and divinity—instantaneous, impossible. Not a shield, but an open palm. The crimson annihilation slammed into it. **BONG.** A single, resonant chime echoed across the cosmos, silencing galaxies. Whis stood suspended, his simple white-gloved hand absorbing the universe-ending force. Not blocking—*catching*. Reality rippled violently around him, but he remained utterly still, lavender eyes impassive. The Kamehameha boiled against his palm, straining like a trapped star, casting grotesque crimson shadows across his serene face. Below, Beerus hovered frozen, chest heaving, violet sweat beading his brow. Above, Goku's golden-red eyes narrowed, the Beast within snarling at the sudden containment. Whis didn't flinch. He merely tilted his head, studying the writhing crimson energy with detached curiosity. "My, my," he murmured, his voice cutting through the dimensional roar effortlessly. "Such... exuberance." His fingers curled fractionally. The Kamehameha *compressed*, folding inwards violently before vanishing into his palm with a soft *fwoomp*. Silence crashed back, thick and heavy.
Whis lowered his hand slowly, the faintest wisp of crimson steam curling from his fingertips. He turned first to Beerus, his expression unreadable. "Lord Beerus," he began, tone perfectly neutral, yet carrying the weight of cosmic judgment. "I believe this demonstration has exceeded the intended... assessment parameters." Beerus flinched, a flicker of something akin to shame flashing across his feline features before vanishing beneath simmering fury. Whis shifted his gaze to Goku, hovering amidst dissipating crimson residue. "And Son Goku," he continued, lavender eyes sweeping the primal Saiyan form—the wild hair, the furred tail, the burning eyes. "While your newfound... vigor... is certainly remarkable, obliterating a God of Destruction tends to complicate inter-universal paperwork *excessively*." He tapped his staff lightly against the void. The fractured sky above Bulma's yacht began stitching itself back together, torn clouds reforming like rewound film. The flattened ocean surged back to life, waves crashing miles below.
Goku blinked, the fierce predatory light in his golden-red eyes dimming abruptly. The thick crimson fur rippled, seeming to settle slightly. He stared at his own hands—the claws retracting, the residual crimson ki evaporating like mist off a hot stone. A familiar, awkward confusion washed over his feral features. His tail, which moments ago had lashed with destructive intent, drooped slightly. Slowly, almost clumsily, he raised one fur-covered hand and scratched the back of his wild mane, fingers tangling in the long black hair. A sheepish grin spread across his face, remarkably incongruous with the primal power still radiating faintly from him. "Heh," he chuckled, the sound rough but undeniably apologetic. "Sorry 'bout that, Whis. Lord Beerus." He rubbed the base of his regenerated tail with his other hand, looking genuinely embarrassed. "I guess I kinda... got carried away? That last blast... it felt *real* good lettin' loose after holdin' back so much!"
Beerus stared, his violet eyes wide, jaw slightly slack. The sheer, unexpected absurdity of the apology—coming from the crimson-furred warrior who had moments ago shattered Hakai and nearly erased him—struck him dumb. His rage faltered, replaced by stunned disbelief. Then, a strangled snort escaped him. It bubbled into a low rumble, then erupted into full, gasping laughter. He clutched his stomach, floating erratically. "Carried AWAY?!" Beerus wheezed between guffaws, wiping a tear from his eye. "You nearly unmade me, you ridiculous monkey! And now you *apologize*?!" He shook his head, helpless with laughter that held both fury and bewildered amusement. "Your definition of 'carried away' needs serious recalibration!"
Below on the battered yacht deck, Bulma stared upwards, jaw slack. She'd witnessed raw divinity shattered, primal fury unleashed, and cosmic annihilation barely averted. Now, she saw Goku—crimson furred, golden-eyed, radiating power that made the air hum—looking like a scolded schoolboy caught painting the neighbor's cat. The sheer cognitive dissonance hit her like a brick. A hysterical giggle escaped her lips, quickly choked back. "Vegeta?" she whispered, nudging the Prince beside her, her voice trembling. He didn't respond. Vegeta stood utterly rigid, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles cracked. He stared at Goku, his gaze burning with a terrifying mixture of furious envy and awestruck disbelief. *'Kakarot... you fool...'* The words echoed silently in his mind, louder than the dying echoes of Whis's chime. *'You apologize... after touching that power?!'* His own tail twitched violently behind him, sensing the fading crimson resonance, craving its echo.
As Beerus's laughter subsided into amused snorts, Whis drifted closer to the hovering Saiyan. His lavender eyes swept over Goku's still-primal form—the thick crimson fur, the predatory tail, the untamed aura simmering just beneath the surface. A serene smile graced his lips. "Truly remarkable control, Son Goku," he murmured, his voice silken. He raised his own hand, palm outward, as if to offer guidance—a perfectly choreographed gesture. "To harness such primal ferocity without succumbing to the beast... exquisite." Yet beneath the effortless grace, his gaze lingered a fraction too long on his upturned palm. The pristine white glove hid it flawlessly, but beneath the fabric, a patch of celestial skin throbbed—a faint, star-shaped burn imprint, stubbornly refusing to heal. It pulsed with residual crimson energy, stubbornly resisting the angelic regeneration that mended solar flares and supernovae. *'Interesting,'* Whis thought, the word echoing with terrifying implications. *'A fraction of his unleashed power... and it scars eternity.'*
Whis lowered his hand smoothly, tucking it behind his back. The serene smile remained fixed. Behind him, Beerus floated closer, wiping laughter-induced moisture from his eyes. "That blast," Beerus chuckled, though his violet gaze sharpened, losing its mirth. "It packed more punch than I'd anticipated." Whis nodded slightly, his posture impeccable. "Indeed, Lord Beerus. Primal Saiyan heritage amplified to unprecedented levels." His concealed hand flexed unseen. The phantom burn prickled—a persistent echo of crimson annihilation. It wasn't pain; it was *recognition*. This wasn't just Saiyan power. This was something older, wilder—energy that bypassed divine constructs and *bit* into the fabric of existence itself. *'He wasn't exaggerating,'* Whis realized with chilling clarity. *'A quarter? Less, perhaps. And it nearly erased a God... and marked an Angel.'* He glanced back towards the oblivious Goku, scratching his furry neck. The sheer, terrifying *scale* of the untapped crimson storm coiled within the Saiyan settled over Whis like an unseen cosmic mantle. The game had irrevocably changed.
Goku grinned sheepishly, oblivious to the angelic revelation. "So... uh..." His crimson tail gave a hesitant wag, brushing against his own calf. "We still trainin', Lord Beerus? Or..." He trailed off, golden-red eyes flicking hopefully between the Destroyer and Whis. Beerus snorted, crossing his arms. "Train? Hmph. You've earned... an intermission, monkey," he conceded gruffly, though a predatory gleam sparked in his violet eyes. He shifted his gaze pointedly towards Whis. "But first... a word." With a subtle gesture, Whis summoned a shimmering violet dome around himself and Beerus, cutting off all sound and sight. Inside the divine bubble, Beerus leaned in, voice dropping to a low hiss. "That energy... it lingered." Whis met his gaze steadily. Behind his back, the hand burned.
Bulma finally snapped. The sheer absurdity of gods whispering secrets while hovering over her ruined yacht shattered her fragile composure. "HELLO?! Earth to cosmic entities!" she yelled, waving frantically upward. "My billion-zeni floating palace is currently resembling abstract art! Explanations? Repairs? ANYTHING?!" Vegeta growled low in his throat, tearing his furious gaze from Goku. "Silence, woman!" he snarled, though his own fists trembled. Below deck, the terrified crew cautiously emerged amidst the sparking wreckage, staring at the crimson-furred Saiyan and the shimmering violet dome with equal parts awe and terror.
Inside the soundproof barrier, Beerus gestured sharply at Whis's concealed hand. "Show me." With deliberate slowness, Whis revealed his palm. The pristine white glove dissolved momentarily. There, stark against celestial skin, pulsed a thumb-sized imprint – not a burn, but a *void*. A negative space shaped like a jagged crimson star, radiating faint wisps of primal Saiyan ki that actively resisted Whis's innate restorative aura. Beerus recoiled fractionally. "It... resists you?" he breathed, genuine shock cutting through his habitual disdain. Whis nodded, his eternal calm momentarily fractured. "Persistently. This isn't mere power, Lord Beerus. It's... consumption." His lavender eyes hardened. "He tapped something primordial. Untamed." Beerus stared at the mark, then at the oblivious Goku tapping his foot outside the dome. A slow, terrifying realization dawned. "He didn't just master the Beast..." Beerus whispered. "...He *became* it."
The violet dome dissipated abruptly. Whis's hand was seamlessly gloved once more. Beerus floated forward, his expression unreadable as he studied Goku. The Saiyan blinked, sensing the sudden shift. "Everything okay?" Goku asked, tilting his wild-maned head. Beerus didn't answer immediately. He glanced at the vast, star-strewn sky, then back at Goku. A flicker of something ancient – fear? Respect? – crossed his feline features before vanishing beneath cool authority. "Our training," Beerus declared, voice strangely measured, "concludes for today, Son Goku." He gestured vaguely downward. "Assist your... companions." Before Goku could protest, Beerus turned sharply to Whis. "Whis. We depart." The angel bowed silently, tapping his staff. A shimmering column of light enveloped them both. As they vanished, Goku caught Whis's fleeting glance – lavender eyes lingering on his crimson fur with profound, unsettling scrutiny. The silence left behind crackled with unspoken dread.