On his world, beneath an alien sky, Beerus stood silently by a vast, still lake. His hands were folded behind his back, golden eyes fixed upward.
He had been thinking for hours.
Since when had the Supreme Kai deemed him too incompetent to awaken in a moment of life-threatening danger?
Did they truly believe he wouldn't act if his own life were at stake? Had he really neglected his duties so severely that even they had lost faith in him?
Perhaps this universe's abysmal mortal level wasn't the fault of the Kais at all.
Perhaps it was his.
The thought irritated him.
His aura flickered faintly.
He needed to destroy something.
"Whis!"
In a flash of light, Whis appeared, staff in hand and posture immaculate.
"Yes, Lord Beerus?"
Beerus opened his mouth, tempted to suggest visiting a planet brimming with life. The urge to erase something was strong.
But he hesitated.
If he destroyed a budding civilization, the mortal level would only worsen. This universe had already suffered enough devastation.
Then a thought struck him.
"That mortal… is he someone important?"
Whis' eyes gleamed with quiet satisfaction. It was far too early to celebrate, but this was promising.
"Why yes. I have been observing him for quite some time. After the deaths of Frieza and King Cold, he filled the power vacuum. He took control of their empire and implemented significant reforms."
Beerus blinked.
"WHAT?! He did that?!"
He didn't even know where to begin—the deaths of Frieza and Cold, or the idea that that mortal had restructured their empire.
Whis continued smoothly. "Indeed. He greatly improved trade, reduced planetary annihilation quotas, and increased interstellar stability. He effectively doubled our universe's mortal level."
Beerus' earlier anger evaporated into stunned silence.
"…He doubled it?"
"Yes. Though," Whis added delicately, "the recent battle has devastated much of the North Galaxy. The empire has largely collapsed, along with many star systems."
Beerus stiffened.
The North Galaxy—responsible for most of their mortal level gains—was gone.
"Whis," he said slowly, "is there a way to undo this damage without gathering the Super Dragon Balls?"
Collecting those colossal orbs would be a nightmare—especially if his brother intervened.
Whis peered into his staff, humming thoughtfully.
"There is another set of Dragon Balls on the planet Namek. The planet itself is barely clinging to life, but they should suffice. Shall we depart?"
Beerus' jaw tightened.
"Immediately."
They vanished.
Moments later, they reappeared before an elderly Namekian.
The old being stumbled backward in alarm.
"W-who are you?!"
Beerus glared down at him, irritation flaring.
"I am Beerus, God of Destruction of this universe. I have come for the Dragon Balls."
The Namekian trembled, disbelief fading as a faint purple aura began to emanate from Beerus.
"M-may I ask what you intend to wish for, great Lord Beerus?"
Beerus exhaled slowly, restraining his temper.
"I require them to restore damage caused by a fight between mortals."
Whis added mildly, "The battle destroyed Earth as well, if that aids your decision."
At the mention of Earth, the Namekian gasped.
"Our saviors' planet… destroyed?"
He straightened immediately.
"I will inform the others."
Beerus gave a curt nod and flew to a nearby clearing, landing on a flat patch of ground to wait.
—
An hour passed.
Beerus' patience thinned.
Finally, several Namekians approached, carrying seven smaller orbs—far more modest than the Super Dragon Balls.
They placed them carefully in a circle.
Beerus eyed them, thinking back on the password for the super dragon balls and wondering what the one for this one was.
"What is the summoning phrase?"
The Namekians exchanged glances before chanting in their native tongue.
The sky darkened unnaturally. Thunder rumbled.
From the Dragon Balls emerged the colossal green dragon: Porunga.
"You have summoned the great Por— BEERUS?!"
The dragon recoiled in visible shock.
Beerus allowed himself a small, satisfied smirk. At least someone in this universe knew of him
"Yes. Restore all damage caused by the fight between Majin Buu and…" He glanced sideways. "Whis, what was the mortal's name?"
"Tundra, my lord."
"…Majin Buu and the mortal known as Tundra. Restore all destruction and revive all who perished in their fight."
Porunga hesitated, sweating.
"L-Lord Beerus… I cannot grant wishes not spoken in the Namekian tongue."
Beerus' destructive aura flared violently.
"Does it look like I care?! Grant the wish—or I erase you."
Porunga shrank back.
His eyes glowed.
"Your wish has been granted… You have one wish remaining."
Originally, Beerus would have had three—but restoring countless planets, stars, and lives had consumed immense power.
Beerus, unaware of this technicality, narrowed his eyes thoughtfully.
"One wish, hmm?"
He considered for a moment.
Then he smiled.
"Grant me a never-ending assortment of the universe's finest foods."
The Namekians stared in disbelief.
Porunga's eyes glowed once more.
"It is done."
The dragon vanished, the Dragon Balls turning to stone.
In front of Beerus appeared a pizza box, several elegant plates of exotic cuisine, and a generous bowl of ice cream.
Beerus folded his arms with quiet satisfaction.